Drip. Drip. Drip.
Blood continued to flow down the white needle of the Silver Weaver, because even though Adam had finally remembered his ability, the wound he had received was more than real.
Adam's eyes were still closed as his body tried to conserve as much strength as possible. He needed help as soon as possible, some kind of healing ability or something like that.
The only reason Adam was still breathing and alive was the strength of his body and the fact that the Silver Weaver had not yet pulled his needle out of Adam's heart. Otherwise, Adam would have already drowned in his own blood.
Only muffled gasps came from Adam when the Silver Weaver looked up.
"Operator. I know you want to heal him, but don't you dare do it," the Silver Weaver said menacingly.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
Several spectral fragments appeared to the right of Adam like fairies. Silvana was still unable to take her full form after the Silver Weaver destroyed it.
