Kirsty's face contorted with pain as she grasped her arm tightly, feeling the sharp ache intensify. Something wasn't right; the pain was growing worse, and she sensed a numbing sensation spreading from her palm up to her upper arm.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice strained. The agony was becoming unbearable, and she struggled to understand the cause.
Draken's expression turned grave as he met Kirsty's gaze.
"The plate that cut you... it's made of silver. This isn't a simple wound."
Kirsty's eyes widened in disbelief and alarm. "You mean I am wounded with silver?" The realization struck her, causing her to wince as a fresh surge of pain shot through her hand. The larger cut, located in her palm, explained why the bleeding persisted and the numbness gradually extended up her arm
