Last Alchemist
Halting in the dim corridor, you lean against the rough stone wall and project your voice into the shadows. "I know you're there," you declare firmly. "If you have something to say, say it now, or turn back before you force my hand." The faint sound of coughing fades, leaving an uneasy silence as though the pursuer is reconsidering their approach.You run your hands over the rough wall until you detect a loose stone. Straining, you pry it free and jam it tightly into the narrowest gap of the passage, forming a crude obstacle that could delay any pursuers. The thickening alchemical fumes urge you onward as you hasten into the depths, searching for a more secure refuge.You pause mid-step, glancing back with a sharp edge to your tone. “If you’re still breathing, hear this: I don’t have patience for dead weight. Show me you’re worth keeping around, or I’ll leave you to fend for yourself.” The sound of coughing softens, leaving you to wonder if the person behind you will rise to the challenge or fade into silence.You pick up a jagged piece of rubble nearby and hurl it forcefully down the corridor, ensuring it strikes the wall with a loud crack. Quickly, you retreat into the cover of a nearby recess, staying perfectly still as you listen for any reaction from whoever might be trailing you.