Her opponent struggled against the tightening roots, his aura dimming under their grip.
Each movement only caused the vines to constrict further, draining his strength like a sieve.
She floated down to the ground, her feet brushing against the flower petals that sprouted in her wake.
"Seems like you're in a bit of a bind," she quipped, her voice light yet filled with underlying power.
Rak roared, his muscles bulging as he attempted one last desperate attack.
Flames burst from his mouth, scorching the air around him. But the vines absorbed the heat, glowing brighter and tighter with each passing second
"Why won't you burn!" he snarled, eyes wild with rage and disbelief.
She took a step forward, her expression serene but firm. "Nature has its own way of dealing with fire," she said softly. "And today, it seems you're on the losing side."
