Vines shifted around its base, thick as ropes, while the ground itself seemed to respond; roots rose subtly, surrounding the clearing like hidden snakes poised to strike.
Tier 3: Elite-Class.
Sage's throat went dry. "Alright," he whispered, forcing calm. "You're the lesson."
Without warning, the flower's vines shot outward.
WHIP! BANG!
One wrapped around his ankle. Another lashed toward his neck. A third slammed into the ground beside him, cracking the earth. Sage reacted on instinct; a wind circleformed under his foot.
WHOOSH!
He tore free and launched sideways, but the vines pursued him with unnerving precision. For the first time, Sage realized, this boss wasn't just attacking blindly; it was tracking him, adjusting its movements and predicting his next steps.
It forced him into motion, controlling the battlefield through plant domination and turning the entire clearing into a living net. Every time he attempted to cast a longer incantation, vines pressured him.
