Chapter One-Hundred-and-Ten
Adam looked at the Special Denizen that Luvicidix had manifested.
It was clearly part of the Forlorn army, but looked nothing like any of the enemies he’d encountered in the Stage. Then again, Finnian, Migraine, and Sylvia were all quite different from the creatures of their Stages too.
Like many of the Forlorn Knights, the Special Denizen wore tattered and old clothes dyed a royal blue that had faded with the passage of time. The denizen was the height of a child and had a hooded robe that obscured their figure, which, from the looks of it, was literally made of shadow. Two bright pinprick eyes shone out from within the hood, and the belt bags hanging from its waist were full of tools and materials.
“Is this the alchemist I’ve been hearing about?” Adam asked.
“He is an alchemist,” Luvicidix replied, clearly not wanting to confirm whether it was the same thing that Adam had heard about from Nova.
“And he’s not hostile?”
The white moth folded her arms, releasing her grip on the time-frozen denizen and managing to look quite offended at the suggestion.
“I’ve already told you I don’t bring hostile denizens to the island,” she said.
“He’s literally from the Forlorn Kingdom,” Adam pointed out.