One man and his griffin patrolled south along the Black Water River, covering nearly a thousand kilometers.
The vast expanse of water reflected the sky like a mirror.
Raylo gazed into the distance, his Spiritual Power spread out to its maximum extent, carefully searching for any possible clues.
However, the Eternal Giant Turtle seemed to be nothing more than an ethereal legend. No matter how hard he searched, he could not find a single trace of it.
Although the river was teeming with powerful Aquatic Magical Beasts, and even a few Giant Beasts the size of small islands, none of them were his target.
Before he knew it, evening was approaching.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the clouds on the horizon a magnificent orange-red and cast a golden halo over the vast Black Water River.
'It seems I've come up empty today.'
Raylo felt a slight sense of regret but didn't force the issue.
Such legendary creatures could only be chanced upon, not sought out.
