He pointed at his wrist, and the instant Damian's gaze fell on his wrist, a confused glint flashed in his eyes.
"Wh-what happened to you? How... how can this be?" He asked in a deep, puzzle-like voice, and Luthiel, who had no clue, shook his head at him.
"I don't know..."
"Wait! What caused you this injury? Is it like something that makes you vulnerable?" He pried, and Luthiel slowly shook his head.
"No… I don't think so. It was Yennfer's sword that accidentally cut my wrist. Why do you ask?" He looked at Damian with eyes filled with perplexity.
"Luthiel? What's caused you the second cut on your wrist?" Damian inquired, as though getting onto something, and Luthiel lowered his eyes to look at his wrist.
"Oh… I thought I was imagining things, so I cut myself to see if I truly got injured. It's as if my body is getting weak." He complained.
"I don't... think you are getting weak. In fact, I believe I have figured out what the problem is."
