In a gutter of the City of Light, a despairing woman sat listlessly, a vacant look in her eyes, a frail body rested upon her legs.
The head of a small girl, about seven or eight years old, drooped exhaustedly, her mouth and nose caked with blood, as she hovered on the brink of death.
Her chest was caved in, as though something had stepped on it. With such serious injuries, unless a Light Bishop appeared before her, it would be difficult to save her.
But who are the Bishops? They are high-ranking individuals, too lazy to even glance at the poor under normal circumstances, so how could they possibly heal them?
Without several hundred gold coins, they couldn't even enter the church.
The city had descended into a state of chaos and disorder. The people were acting as if driven to insanity, either beating each other senselessly or crying out in hysteria, like lost flies, mindlessly buzzing about. The young girl was trampled in the chaos, leading to her current plight.
