The stalemate was a screaming void of energy. Siris's face was a mask of agony and concentration, her **emerald eyes** leaking tears of pure mana as she channeled the Primordial Roots. She expected Caelum to push—to try and burn through her forest with his legendary light.
But Caelum's expression shifted from the cold intensity of a combatant to the focused precision of a master gardener.
"You are a vessel, Siris," Caelum's voice vibrated through the very marrow of her bones. "But even the World-Tree has a limit to its thirst."
Instead of striking, Caelum opened his core. He reached back through the link to **Mina**, tapping into her evolved **Blue-Gold Water** attribute. Suddenly, the prismatic light radiating from his body softened, turning into a nourishing, liquid radiance.
He didn't fight the roots; he **fed** them.
A torrent of hyper-concentrated, life-giving Aether flooded into Siris's emerald network. Mina, sensing the command, liquefied her cage from the inside out, her shimmering essence flowing into the ground like a golden river, surging directly into the ancient roots Siris was holding.
The effect was instantaneous and terrifying. Siris's power didn't just grow; it **mutated**. The trees in the grove began to grow at a visible, violent speed, their trunks thickening and their leaves turning a brilliant, translucent gold.
Siris let out a choked, ecstatic scream. Her **willowy frame** was being pumped full of more energy than her High Elf lineage could possibly regulate. Her **strong, athletic thighs** began to tremble uncontrollably, and her **heavy, sweat-slicked breasts** heaved as her lungs struggled to process the oxygen-rich air being pumped out by the hyper-charged forest.
"Too much... it's too much!" she gasped, her grip on her iron-wood spear failing.
Her own power was turning against her, growing so fast it was stretching her Aether channels to the breaking point. The spectral stag behind her grew to a monstrous size, its antlers branching out until they shattered into sparkles of light, unable to hold the density of Caelum's gift.
Siris's "Verdant Resistance" didn't break; it **overflowed**. Her body, over-saturated with the Blue-Gold water and prismatic light, hit its absolute threshold. The ancient power she had summoned backfired, flooding her senses with a pleasure so intense it felt like a physical weight.
She collapsed to her knees, her **moss-green hair** fanning out across the glowing, translucent grass. Her **toned, muscular back** arched as a violent, full-body tremor took her. She wasn't being defeated by force; she was being drowned in a sea of her own amplified vitality.
Caelum stepped through the hyper-grown foliage, the trees parting for him like loyal subjects. He stood over the fallen Knight-Scout, who was now panting, her skin flushed a deep, healthy rose, her **emerald eyes** wide and unfocused.
"The forest has been fed, Siris," Caelum murmured, reaching down to brush a stray, glowing leaf from her damp cheek. "And now, the gardener comes to harvest."
Siris looked up at him, her defiance replaced by a dazed, hungry submission. She had tried to outlast the sun, but he had simply turned her into a flower that couldn't stop blooming for him.