The building began to rumble as the sounds of battle on the lower floors intensified. Argint was likely continuing her relentless ascent to the upper levels. The alchemists didn't seem to stand a chance, but Elizalina paid them no mind as she glided silently through the building in the form of a thin mist.
The mist drifted effortlessly through cracks, vents, and hallways, avoiding the chaos below. Eventually, it reached a quiet section of the building devoid of both alchemists and the hideous chimeras they had crafted.
There, the mist coalesced and reformed into Elizalina's human figure. Her long silver hair cascaded down her back, her striking grey eyes glinting with an ethereal beauty. Her crimson dress, clinging to her voluptuous figure, revealed just enough of her cleavage to drive men mad. She strode forward, the sharp clicks of her heels echoing down the empty corridor.
"This should be far enough, I suppose tye bitch is still on a rampage"
