Chapter 190: The Alchemist On The Run

Amena stepped off the communicator with Elizalina Crimson and surveyed her surroundings. The wind howled relentlessly at the top of the skyscraper, whipping snow into a frenzy as the blizzard gathered strength. Her maid uniform remained immaculate, her brown hair neatly tied in a bun, despite the ferocity of the storm.

The alchemist had fled from Elizalina using an enchanted artifact, a costly and desperate maneuver.

"It must have been a rare artifact for him to groan like that... or one with significant backlash," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the wind. But she wasn't speaking to anyone—just assessing the situation aloud.

Her sharp, stoic eyes scanned the city below until they locked onto a small alley not far away. There, motes of light began to coalesce into the figure of a disheveled man—the alchemist.

"So, he abandoned his companions without hesitation. No matter... I will catch him," she stated firmly.