Last Alchemist
You take the right tunnel, its dark and winding path a potential route to the city’s outskirts. Each step into the unknown brings colder air and uneven footing, but the dream of escaping the empire’s grasp keeps you moving forward through the encroaching gloom.You clutch your satchel and veer left into the tunnel, the dimly lit passage forcing you to rely on the slick, uneven walls for direction. The noise of boots chasing you grows sharper, and you push yourself harder, knowing the rebels’ protection lies just ahead—if you can make it.You dismiss the obvious routes and spot a weathered ladder affixed to the wall, leading upward toward a faint glow. Each step upward feels like a gamble as the ladder groans under your weight, voices below growing louder with urgency as you near the surface and the promise of freedom.You hastily pull out a vial of combustible alchemical gel and a length of twine from your satchel. Smearing the gel onto the ground, you rig the twine to act as a pressure-sensitive trigger. Slipping into a concealed spot, you watch silently as the patrol unknowingly approaches your setup. The trap’s success could be your only chance to escape unnoticed.