There would have been no clue about the purpose of the alchemical device if it hadn't been left active. With a hum of mana and the whirring of gears, the machine produced what looked like a pill.
It emerged from a metal nozzle and gently rolled onto a silver bowl, where a handful of fresh alchemical pills lay.
"Toxin bullets." Trion recognized them. "We must have raided the building while the production of this batch was already underway."
"There are only a few here." Varegrave said. "The Alchemists must have grabbed the rest and come to fight us. Yet this room is too empty. Where are the ingredients?"
Lith found the answer behind the third door and luck had nothing to do with it.
"By my Mom, no!" Solus' blood froze in her veins and the battle-hardened soldiers fared no better.
Her words went unnoticed, everyone was too busy cursing out loud or clenching their weapons to care.
