Last Alchemist
You deftly retrieve a vial from your belt and hurl it toward the ground near their feet. As it breaks open, a radiant fog swirls upward and solidifies into luminous chains, immobilizing them on the spot.With your weapon trained on the stranger’s suspiciously overfilled satchel, you step closer, narrowing your eyes. "Whatever's in there, it’s mine now. Drop it," you say, leaving no room for argument.You ease your stance, though your weapon remains ready. "If you're truly on my side, you'll assist me with what's coming. There's a dangerous mission ahead, and I won't let you back out of it."Keeping your gaze fixed on them, you let your peripheral vision sweep the dimly lit chamber and the tunnel beyond, straining to catch any flicker of movement or sound that might betray hidden attackers. Every muscle tenses as you ready yourself to react to the faintest hint of an ambush.