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Fahimel had nowhere left to retreat.

She was shoved forward by the crowd again, crashing into the great Asurman's Psyker Power shield.

Even the soft curves of her chest were crushed out of shape.

Fahimel let out a soft sound and hurriedly shifted back a step.

She only came up to the great Asurman's chest. Looking up at that tall, imposing being, she felt utterly ashamed by such an offense.

She could feel his allure even more clearly.

The beautiful female warrior was burning hot all over, her chest rising and falling unsteadily as she stood at a complete loss.

She worried that she would be punished by that being, which would be a disgrace for a Child of Alaitoc.

Yet the punishment she had expected did not come. There was not even a strange look.

The great Asurman lowered his head to look at her. Even his smile was so elegant, and his gentle voice put her at ease.

"Guardian, you don't need to be so tense. I understand the pain in your souls and your longing for shelter."

Ron said with a smile, not blaming this Alaitoc female warrior for her presumptuous act.

His Psyker Power senses could detect the fractured souls of the Children of Alaitoc. Their souls were so frail, yearning for comfort and care.

He raised his hand and gently placed it on her fair, soft cheek, which was stained with flecks of blood.

"My lord..."

Fahimel instinctively tried to dodge.

But for some reason, she did not want to. She allowed that being to touch her.

It was something that had never happened before.

Soon, she felt an indescribable fullness.

A warm current mixed with fragrance and a powerful presence flowed into her soul.

Fahimel realized that the great Asurman was healing her soul.