As Leon and Silena advanced toward the swarm of Verdant Sprites, the atmosphere around them thickened. The faint, eerie glow of the sprites cast a sickly green hue over the walls, and the sound of their delicate wings flapping grew louder. Each step they took brought them closer to the lethal creatures that had already claimed many lives. Leon's senses sharpened, his mind calm but alert, his Qi barrier flickering like a ghostly shield around him.
Silena, walking beside him, was eerily composed, her movements graceful and deliberate. Leon could feel the faint aura of poison emanating from her—subtle but deadly. Whatever vials or concoctions she had in her possession were potent enough to kill at a moment's notice. Despite her calm demeanor, he knew she was preparing for something, her fingers brushing the edges of her robe where she concealed her poison-laced weapons.