Last Alchemist
The glow of the potion bathes your fingers as you clutch it tightly and lift your chin. You advance toward the doorway, bracing yourself for whatever lies beyond.The lantern’s flame dies beneath your fingers as you retreat into the safety of a darkened alcove, the vial cool against your palm. Every muscle tenses as you focus on the torchlight spilling closer down the hall.From the jar of powdered brimstone on your workbench, you take a handful and spread it across the ground near the doorway. A muttered incantation sets the powder shimmering, primed to burst into flames at the slightest touch.The rusted iron ring in the stone wall turns under your grip, and a hidden door creaks open, revealing a tunnel shrouded in darkness. You clutch your potion and satchel, stepping forward as the stone door rumbles shut.