CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Chapter Fifty-Three While the rest was busy fighting all the tainted souls, Celine fasten her pace and run to the priest, on bended knees she held him. “Why?” she asks in her trembling voice. The priest just smiled as blood was flowing from his wound and mouth. “I…I could heal—” “It's fine my child. And besides, you can’t heal wounds from a curse, right?” he uttered almost out of breath. Her tears were still flowing, and every drop of it makes her shattered more. “Why are you doing this? You don’t need to save me. You don’t need to do this out of necessity,” she sobs. His wrinkled hand, stained by blood cupped her face gently. “Your life, just like any other’s life is important and precious. If the world couldn’t see that, then in the eyes of the people who believe in you will,” h
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