Kapitel 92: The Package At The Doorstep

The crowded market appeared to shimmer with heatwaves under the unrelenting assault of the scorching sun, giving the impression that molten gold was dancing on the cobblestone streets.

An enigmatic figure emerged from the burning fire, shrouded in obsidian shadows that seemed to absorb the light. 

She moved through the winding passages and concealed nooks with the grace of a ghost, each stride filled with grace and purpose.

She had her hood drawn tightly over her head, a billowing canopy of darkness that hid her face in a shroud of mystery. She moved with the silent aplomb of a cat on the prowl, and the fabric clung to her perspiring skin. 

Her motions were exquisite in perfection in the midst of the bright chaos, each footstep intentional and controlled, leaving barely a whisper in the marketplace's loudness.