Eirene moved first.
She moved beautifully.
That was the most dangerous part.
There was no wasted motion in her at all. Her figure crossed the canyon with a grace so refined it almost looked gentle, but every step was calculated.
Her every turn was exact and every shift of her wrist was already tied to the next three changes in the battlefield.
It was like watching someone dance on the edge of a blade.
The vines answered her with far more aggression than before.
Now that Lucien had lent her Perfect Calculation, her Law of Equivalence became even deadlier. She could read trajectories, force angles, exchange ratios, pressure thresholds, and timing windows with absurd precision.
Nothing in her offense was random anymore.
A vine lashed upward.
The Void-Walker shifted.
Before it could complete the movement, Eirene altered the relation between the vine's momentum and the void pressure around its flank. The strike curved unnaturally and snapped from the side instead.
