William glanced at the Sword of the Abyssal Guardian beneath Amy's feet, noting that Poseidon had sealed some of its power.
Such a divine sword in the hands of a young child like Amy could lead to disaster if not restricted.
Both the divine sword and the throwing knives allowed for swift flight.
As they flew, they could see the Earth's surface below, riddled with holes. Once bustling cities had fallen, now covered with dense vegetation and crawling with various monsters, as well as humans mutated by a virus.
In these places, normal humans were hardly seen.
Amy looked down, clearly frightened. If she weren't so adept at flying, she might have fallen.
Walker sneaked a glance at William, who stood steadily on his throwing knife.
While others relied on divine swords for flight, Walker could fly because his throwing knives were soul-linked artifacts. Yet, William's stability on such a small knife seemed almost miraculous to him.
