Last Alchemist
You study the teenager and the glowing glyphs for a moment before speaking firmly. “This isn’t my problem,” you declare, pivoting on your heel to walk away with measured strides, your body language calm but alert. Your senses stay sharp, prepared to react if the sound of their footsteps trails after you.You cautiously inch toward the edge of the circle, ensuring you stay within the safety of the protective glyphs. “You didn’t travel all this way for nothing,” you say evenly, your voice steady yet probing. “What is it you’re after?” The teenager’s shoulders tense, their hazel eyes flickering with a blend of uncertainty and stubborn resolve as they meet your gaze.Your eyes scan the shimmering glyphs, confirming their glow remains stable, before you discreetly tweak a nearby rune to fortify the barrier further. “This is your only warning,” you say, your tone calm but firm. “Turn back now, or you’ll face consequences you can’t undo.” The air vibrates with a sharp intensity as the glyphs pulse brighter, and the teenager hesitates, their confidence faltering.You take a moment to observe the teenager’s expression carefully, noting the mixture of grime, anxiety, and a spark of resilience. Gradually, you relax your stance, signaling a willingness to hear them out. "You don’t seem like you’re here to cause trouble," you remark evenly. "If you’ve got something to say, now’s your chance—before I change my mind."