Chapter 133: A farmer by heart... #26

Early that morning, Selene left the palace, her heart lighter than it had been in days. Zarpha's towering walls had begun to feel suffocating, making her feel uneasy. 

She had always been a woman of nature, a priestess bound to the earth, and the fields outside the city called to her like a distant melody.

As she made her way toward the outskirts of Zarpha, the bustle of the city faded behind her, replaced by the quieter hum of rural life. Farmers worked in their fields, their hands rough from tending the land. 

The scent of fresh soil filled the air, along with the soft rustle of crops swaying in the breeze. 

It was peaceful here.

Selene breathed deeply, letting the tranquillity of the fields wash over her. It reminded her of her home, of the village she had grown up in before becoming a priestess of Adonitology.