The Marsh
Ethan hastened his pace, taking advantage of the remaining daylight, eager to find a suitable place for rest.
As he walked, the sky grew darker, and the sun edged closer to setting completely.
Despite his efforts, Ethan had yet to find a spot that was relatively clean and free of mud.
At this point, Ethan couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret.
The place he had initially found, although later deemed unsuitable due to the corpse of the venomous snake, had actually been quite decent for resting.
His main concern had been the blood from the snake's body attracting other wild animals.
Ethan, even in his rest, was always highly vigilant.
He was confident that he could sense any creature approaching and believed that, with his current strength, there was likely nothing in the Venomous Serpent Swamp that could pose a real threat to him.