Last Alchemist
You gather the powdered herbs and distilled water, combining them in a glass vial with practiced precision. The glowing liquid that results is a testament to your dedication to the healing arts.With utmost care, you spread open one of the brittle scrolls, its surface fragile under your fingertips. The faint markings reveal an elaborate formula for alchemical transmutation, a relic of forgotten wisdom from an age of sorcery.You put out the lantern, raise your hood, and slip into the hidden pathway with deliberate caution. The narrow tunnel opens into a small room where your trusted rebel contact waits to discuss the empire’s new measures against alchemy.You take your lantern, leaving the workbench behind, and head into the dark, uncharted tunnels of the catacombs. The air turns icy as the walls press inward, and the soft drip of water echoes persistently in the distance.