Leon stepped forward, his calm demeanor unshaken as he faced the Banshee Queen. With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed his staff into his spatial inventory and drew a sword instead. Its blade gleamed with ethereal light, imbued with runes that pulsed faintly. He glanced over at Roman, who stood by Roselia to help secure the children.
He then removed the Silent veil from only himself, causing the banshee Queen to turn to look at him.
The Banshee Queen let out a chilling laugh as her twisted form rose higher into the air.
"Ahahaha! You dare face me? Are you here to be my nourishment?" she sneered, her crimson eyes glowing with malice. "Sadly, only the blood of children keeps me young!"
Leon's gaze remained steady as he tightened his grip on the sword. "So that's why you've continued this atrocity—to make your undead skin glow?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.
