His Plea

Chapter 137 His Plea Aleshia hesitantly walked across the bloodied floor toward the room she believed housed severely wounded people. As she moved to the partitioned side of the room, she couldn't help but glance left and right at the dreary, dark walls, which appeared worn and dilapidated. Straining to see in the dim light, she noticed numerous holes in the walls, likely made by previous occupants. Aleshia could hear the rustling from the witch hat above her head, trembling in fear, clearly indicating that the hat was afraid. Concerned, she asked, "Are you alright? Is there something wrong?" "Yeah, no," Lucia replied. "It's just the mood in here. It feels deathly and reminds me of those hounds. Please think nothing of it." Aleshia wanted to ask a few questions but refrained from doing so. With her questions still lingering in her mind, she felt distracted. Using this feeling, she moved further into the room. Daniel remained near the entrance, giving her the space to examine her surroundings. Aleshia eventually made it to the other side of the partition and saw many bodies covered in sweat, groaning in pain. The sight horrified her, and she sucked her teeth at the dreadful conditions they were left in. When she glanced at Daniel, she could see the anguish in his eyes for those suffering, knowing he could do nothing for them other than provide shelter. After a while, while Aleshia examined the bodies, Daniel launched into a monologue. "A long time ago, these poor men and women lying here in those sacks were once my brothers and sisters. Now, they are ravaged by poisons and curses from the nobles in the upper districts, punished for daring to step into their territory. I have watched them struggle to protect and feed me and my younger siblings. I have walked the same path they did and experienced similar hardships, though probably to a lesser extent. Still, I can only imagine the pain that torments their bodies and souls. The only thing I can do now is what they did for me and my siblings. Alone, I cannot provide the support they once offered me. All I can give them is a roof over their heads—nothing more," he said grimly. "After witnessing how you healed the children and learning how your power works, I hope you can at least heal the poisons that have infected their bodies. I only hope that will provide them comfort before their inevitable end. I can't bear to see them suffer any longer, so I beg you, on behalf of everyone here: please help them in any way you can."