However, that answer only made him more restless. The man suddenly grabbed both of her wrists roughly. His grip tightened painfully around them, and Alinna gasped as pain shot through her arms.
"Sir—please stop!" she cried, grimacing in pain.
"You have to heal me! Please!" he shouted. Desperation and a hint
of madness burned in his eyes. "You have to!"
"Please... let go...!" Fear flooded Alinna's voice.
The man's grip only tightened. A thin sheen of sweat formed across Alinna's forehead as panic clawed at her chest. For the first time in years, Saintess Alinna felt completely helpless. She didn't know what to do.
"Wait... Could it be the Saintess has lost her powers?" A single sentence thrown into the panicked crowd; one could imagine what would happen next.
Soon after, the entire crowd exploded.
"What?!"
"Has she lost her powers?"
"No... no, that's impossible!"
"If she can't heal anymore, then what happens to us?"
