Last Alchemist
Reaching for the dusty scrolls nearby, you hastily begin inscribing a defensive ward, channeling your deep understanding of archaic alchemical runes. As the luminous barrier starts to take shape, the growing echoes of footsteps warn you that time is slipping away.The carvings on the walls shimmer slightly as the light from your potion catches them. When you press your hand against one, a jolt of energy courses through your arm, and the wall trembles before sliding aside to unveil a spiraling staircase descending into the unknown.Your fingers trace the spines of the ancient tomes before settling on one that seems to hum faintly beneath your touch. Upon opening it, you discover fragmented notes on an arcane art long erased from history, daring you to piece together its meaning.The healing potion is safely placed on the table as you turn your attention to the shelves, selecting volatile ingredients. Mixing them with expertise, you produce a glowing red vial, an explosive safeguard against any imperial intrusion.