He felt a piercing pain into the left side of his chest, and as he concentrated his senses at the pain, and lowered his eyes to look down, he found a silver knife stuck over his heart.
The knife was stabbed in a truly conspicuous spot, while it hadn't deal him a vital wound, just a small movement of his would turn the attack vital.
The tip of the silver knife was right above his heart, touching it slightly, but not piercing it. Yet, even the smallest movement would assure the Third brothers death, as this knife was made of Silver.
It wasn't just a legend, nobody understood the reason why, but silver was extremely effective against beings like the Werewolves, and Vampires.
It was their natural enemy, the only element that could actually easily pass through their tough skin and strong bodies, and even make it impossible for them to regenerate.
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