Rita did not respond to Byme's earlier reflection. Her attention stayed on the battlefield. The match was still unfolding.
After activating her divine talent, Byme's strength rose sharply. Her pressure on Deceitful Bloom became obvious. Even Rita had to admit it. This was no ordinary gap.
But the shift did not last long.
Deceitful Bloom's soul fire lit up.
In the next instant, Byme's Vine lost cohesion. It unraveled, transformed into Sir Camellia, and drifted away with the wind as if it had never belonged to her.
Rita pressed her fingers against her temple.
She still could not grasp Deceitful Bloom's divine talent. It was too erratic, too fluid. It behaved just like its owner.
In earlier matches, that same flame had produced entirely different effects.
Some opponents lost consciousness on the spot.
Some fell into illusions they could not escape.
Some had their attributes twisted mid-fight.
There had even been a case where the opponent's divine talent itself was altered.
