Silvia gazed out of the window of the slow-moving carriage she and Freir had been riding for what felt like an eternity. The soft creak of wooden wheels turning over uneven roads was a constant backdrop to her mounting anxiety. The sprawling capital city of the viscounty, Mayflia, had finally come into view, its towering spires piercing the horizon like sentinels of a forgotten era. The sight should have been awe-inspiring, but to Silvia, it only brought unease.
Nestled in her arms was Asha, her daughter, who had remained unconscious throughout the journey. The child's pale face was a stark reminder of Silvia's deepest fears, her condition unchanging despite the many miles they had traveled. Each day that passed without improvement gnawed at Silvia's resolve, the weight of her worry growing heavier as they drew closer to their destination.
