Before leaving the prison, Sevia saw the citizens who had been caught by the soldiers earlier. Many were so frightened by the horrifying scene that they fainted on the spot, some leaned against the walls, vomiting everywhere, while the rest were herded into a line by the soldiers.
The difference was, they no longer pleaded with her for help as they did before, only gave her a silent glance, then lowered their heads and crawled into the cages under the violent threats of the soldiers.
In their hearts, they all knew that whether or not they were truly afflicted by the plague before, upon stepping into this death-cursed prison, in the face of this trial of life, all testimonies seemed powerless.
All they could do was pray.
Pray that their bodies would rot quickly, that death would come swiftly.
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