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Artan strapped his sword to his belt and looked around. “Everyone ready?”
Some of us mumbled a yes, while others nodded. I didn’t say anything as I finished tying my boots up.
It had been a long night, and for someone who rarely slept, that was saying something.
After the alchemist killed himself, we all had been so stunned that it took us a moment to move. Artan and Theron went into the forest to dispose of the body, while the rest of us went back to sleep. Or tried to. If I was feeling confused and had too much to think about, I was sure the others, especially Ramon felt the same.
My mind reeled with the thought of another kind of alchemists out there. What did that mean? What did they want? Did we fight them the same way? There were so many questions about that matter.
And now
