Kapitel 317: The City Of Esran

The moment Arran set foot inside the city, he knew things were even worse than he could have imagined.

That the streets were filled to the point of bursting was no surprise. The large tent camps that lay around the city were enough to tell Arran that the city itself would be overflowing with people.

But what he hadn't expected were the chaos and filth.

The streets were covered in waste, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench so thick it nearly made Arran gag in revulsion.

And the waste wasn't even the worst of it. He had barely walked a hundred paces when he saw a body on the side of the road, robbed of its clothes and abandoned, several large knife wounds visible on the dead man's torso.