The Dryad did not wait for further conversation.
Her branches whipped down like spears.
SWISH—SWISH—CRACK
I rolled to the side. The ground where I stood moments ago fractured like cracked shale. If one of those hit my spine — I'd snap in half like a twig.
Roots surged from the ground next — thick as a python, writhing to entangle me.
"Movement Arts — burst."
My body blurred to the side as I sprinted at an oblique angle, barely slipping past the snapping tendrils. Even then — the tip of one root grazed my back, ripping fabric and drawing blood.
"Gh—!"
Pain flared. My breath stuttered.
She wasn't strong — she wasn't fast —
She was overwhelmingly oppressive.
A field–control monster.
A boss that turned the battlefield into her personal womb.
And the problem?
My stamina and mana were dogshit.
Two minutes of pure evasion already had my lungs burning again.
[ Binding Vines ]
Her voice echoed — and the boss room floor erupted.
