Bab 1127: Bread or Brick?

Amidst the swirling desert sands, a lone figure trudged through the last bastion of human civilization, a city clinging desperately to life. The sun hung heavily in the 

sky, casting a harsh, relentless glare that baked the streets below. 

The man, weathered and in his early twenties, wore practical desert gear and carried a sense of determined weariness. His eyes scanned the bustling market stalls and makeshift homes, taking in the bleak yet vibrant scene.

Despite the activity around him, the atmosphere was undeniably gloomy. The sparse population moved with an air of quiet desperation, their faces etched with the weight of survival. Vendors called out half-heartedly, children played in the dust with a muted energy, and the remnants of humanity's last stand continued their daily grind, overshadowed by the looming uncertainty of their future.