Intense Golden Light continuously surged into Eitri's body, yet there was not the slightest ripple within his massive form.
Leo, who could clearly sense the structure of the dwarf's body, couldn't help feeling a little emotional at the sight.
"The Dwarves truly are blessed with exceptional natural gifts. But that is simply how the universe works. Whatever it gives you, it will always make you lose something in return."
"The stronger the Warrior Tribe, the harder it is for them to reproduce. The Dwarves' physical constitution surpasses that of the Asgardians, yet there are only a little over three hundred of them."
"Perhaps even a tiny accident could lead to the extinction of the entire race. And there are simply too many such accidents throughout interstellar civilization."
Seeing this, Leo felt a little emotional, and his resolve to protect Earth grew even stronger.
He released Eitri's finger, and the light in his hand gradually faded.
Eitri hurriedly moved his body around, but he didn't notice anything unusual. He couldn't help looking at Leo in confusion.
"As long as the injuries you suffer are enough to activate my Golden Light, I'll be able to sense your location and instantly rush over."
Leo explained this to Eitri as he handed him a blade.
Eitri looked at Leo but didn't take the blade. Instead, he extended his right hand and directly slashed at his own arm.
His right palm was clearly not sharp at all, yet it smoothly carved a half-meter-long wound into his arm. Bright, pale-yellow fresh blood gushed from it.
Eitri couldn't help frowning slightly before staring at his wound.
For him, an injury like this would take at most half an hour to recover completely.
But before the pain in his arm had fully manifested, a golden radiance visibly surged