In a tone that brooked no argument, Draven's voice echoed through the quiet corner. "It has been healed already."
Camilla's gaze, now turned from Draven's miraculously healed hand to his face, held a knowing glint. She had expected this outcome, for she possessed an intimate knowledge of Draven's power—knowledge that extended beyond the boundaries of the mortal realm, a knowledge residing within her very being. A subtle smile graced her lips as she responded to Draven's stern query.
"It's a relief, my king, that your hand is healed on its own," Camilla replied, her voice carrying a sense of calm assurance. Her demeanor hinted at a deeper understanding of the situation, one that went beyond the surface appearance of the Immortal Stone's power.
