Below, NekoNekoNyan's newest clone somersaulted forward, scythe raised to plunge into Ostreva's chest.
"If I can't play with you, I'll just end your pet project first."
As NekoNekoNyan surged forward—aiming straight for Ostreva's chest, Raven didn't flinch. He reached into his coat, popped a health potion with a smooth flick of his thumb, and let the warm burn stabilize his system. It was only a second—but it bought him calm.
"Root Trial Lattice!"
The roots surged.
From beneath the tiles, thick gnarled limbs exploded upward again, catching the latest batch of NekoNekoNyan duplicates mid-charge. One halted mid-lunge, another spun into the air before being yanked back down by a twisted root around her ankle. All motion, frozen in a snare of nature's fury.
"Oh come on! Are you just gonna keep doing that!?"
