As Damon inspected the hollow arrows, Anvil leaned back with a shrug.
"Well, your funeral..."
Anvil's gaze shifted to Damon, his tone turning serious.
"What exactly are the side effects of cursed ore?"
Damon could tell why the old smith was concerned. Cursed ore wasn't named that way for nothing—it was dangerous in more ways than one.
"Cursed ore is known to disrupt or outright kill magic," Damon explained.
"It can sever the flow of mana, which is its positive effect. But the downsides? Hallucinations, mental instability, sickness, physical weakness, and it attracts monsters. That's just the start."
Anvil nodded grimly, pulling one of the arrows from the chest. The arrowhead was oddly shaped, more like a hollow shell than a sharp tip. He detached the shell casing, revealing the full arrowhead beneath—a black, circular design with a faint, ominous glint.
