The dawn of glory [the half-breed]

Chapter-thirty-seven

Theme: Telepathy and Pain

Her feet slipped off the fifth step, and she was forced to roll back to the first floor. All her singlets and leggings were now ripped. Her hair has turned yellow due to the dust of the fountain valley. It was like she had been living here for centuries.

Her breath was ragged, and her eyes were filled with dirt that had mixed with her tears. She could feel her arm aching badly, her muscles so tired that she could hear them complaining to her.

As she attempted to stand up, her back and ribs made a creaking sound...