Last Alchemist
You cautiously retreat a step, raising the glowing potion as though it were both shield and warning. “You’ve risked much to stand before me,” you declare, your tone calm yet laced with challenge. “State your purpose, or I’ll assume you’ve chosen death.” The taller Inquisitor’s gaze hardens, his blade twitching, while the shorter one hesitates, his mace dipping as if weighing his response.Surveying the dimly lit catacombs, you take note of the jagged walls and strewn rubble. With a sharp motion, you hurl the potion into a shadowy alcove, its shimmering light dancing ominously. “Catch me if you can,” you taunt, stepping deeper into the maze. As the Inquisitors surge forward, you shove against a weakened column, sending it crashing down to obstruct their advance and gain a vital head start.You hold the potion at chest level, its glow casting shifting shadows across your features. “We can resolve this without violence,” you say evenly, your voice steady yet edged with warning. “If there’s a reason for this beyond senseless conflict, speak now. But don’t mistake my patience for weakness…” Your eyes lock on the taller Inquisitor, who seems momentarily thoughtful, while the shorter one narrows his eyes in defiance.You retreat a few paces, allowing the potion’s glow to fade into obscurity as you blend into the shadows. “You won’t find it here,” you shout, your words reverberating through the catacombs. You slip silently around a corner, pressing against the damp stone wall, ears tuned to the approaching clatter of armor and boots—your trap is set.