NEERA: CHAPTER 58

Neera stepped into the blazing heat of the outskirts of Argia, a sprawling province in Silverston renowned for its blacksmiths and iron.

The air shimmered with heat waves, and the ground beneath her feet was cracked and dry, the dust clinging to her already filthy form like a second skin.

Her throat burned with thirst, her lips chapped and split from lack of water.

Every step she took felt like an insurmountable effort, her body screaming in protest as she trudged forward, covered in grime and nearly starved to death.

The bustling sounds of the market reached her ears, vendors shouting out prices, the clinking of coins exchanging hands, and the chatter of townsfolk going about their day.

It was a stark contrast to her miserable state. As she walked through the market's winding paths, people glanced her way, their expressions ranging from disgust to pity.