Alliance

Leon exhaled, a long, quiet sigh as his eyes drifted toward the faint outline of Rynar further back. He didn't deny it. Couldn't. His loathing for Rynar ran too deep, too instinctive. And the fact that she had sensed it so effortlessly left him with an unfamiliar feeling—vulnerability.

Still, he wasn't foolish. His mana barrier remained tightly woven around his body, a translucent sheen of blue shielding him from the deadly mist.

"You're dangerous," he muttered.

Silena chuckled. "Only to those who deserve it."

The poison cloud slowly crept along the floor like a creeping tide, bypassing Leon harmlessly. But even from this distance, he could see some of the mercenaries further behind beginning to cough, their steps faltering.

"That gas is already affecting them," he said.

"Exactly," Silena whispered. "You see… your enemies aren't always in front of you. Sometimes they're the ones watching your back."