The dagger-wielding girl had spent the entire match evading, rarely clashing head-on with the vines. She danced through the gaps, conserving every ounce of Spirit Energy, letting her opponent burn through reserves on relentless, sprawling assaults. In contrast, the vine manipulator poured everything into offense—summoning wave after wave of thick, thorny tendrils that erupted from the reinforced platform like living serpents. The display was spectacular, vines coiling and whipping with ferocious momentum, forcing constant retreats. To casual onlookers packed around ring 13, she dominated utterly: area denial overwhelming, pressure unrelenting.
But Leo saw the truth clear as day. Massive simultaneous control like that drained Spirit Energy reservoirs fast—exponentially so at higher volumes
