The labyrinthine streets of Neryth sprawled out before Daniel and Mira as they ventured deeper into the enigmatic city. Despite its beauty, the city's undercurrent of tension was palpable. Every alley whispered with unseen eyes, every shadow seemed to stir with latent danger. Yet, amidst this unease, there was life—traders, craftsmen, and mercenaries went about their business with a peculiar intensity, as if every moment might be their last.
Their first destination, marked on the map as the Market of Shadows, was a sprawling expanse near the city's core. As they approached, the soft hum of crystalline lanterns gave way to a cacophony of voices, haggling, shouting, and chanting in a dozen unfamiliar tongues.
"Stay close," Mira warned, her eyes darting toward the bustling throng of traders and buyers. "This place doesn't feel any safer than the Abyss outside."
