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Facing off with the alchemists, my friends and I stood a few steps behind Artan.
A low hiss echoed through the alchemists, as if they were wild animals that had gotten excited upon seeing their next meal.
The alchemists parted, and an unmasked one stepped forward. It was the same alchemist who had gotten Artan and me earlier.
He narrowed his dark eyes at Artan. “Didn’t we kill you?”
“You tried,” Artan said with a bite. “Now, let them go before I do to you what I did to the poor alchemist you left behind to finish me off.”
“Such anger. I like that.” The alchemist’s black lips spread into a nasty grin. “But don’t worry. All the anger and desire for revenge won’t help today.”
I joined Artan and faced the alchemist. “What is it that you want?”
He opened his arms to the side. “What e
