Chapter 45 – The Descent
The barren base twisted and wound around lefts and rights that Jacob had no desire to memorize, countless white robbed Alchemists passing in the halls stopped to press their hands to Hovel's robes as he passed in reverence, but none of them tried to stop them or hinder their Grand Master from his duties. Again Jacob didn't care to remember any of them.
Finally, Hovel made another left and the small unlikely group came to a pair of metal doors in the wall. The doors were simple, with a small box next to the door that would require a key card to open.
But there was something about this area that seemed uniquely out of place. Standing in front of one of the doors there were a single male Alchemists, with short arms and legs, and green eyes. A slim frame and an awkw
