As the battlefield transformed under Valeria's command, the vines, manipulated by the cute nature dragon with deadly precision, began their relentless assault. These new, thick vines surged with a life of their own, twisting and turning across the battlefield with the singular purpose of subduing the demon horde.
The cute nature dragon, connected deeply with the elemental magic of the plants, directed them with meticulous control. One by one, demons found themselves ensnared, the vines coiling around them with such strength and speed that escape seemed impossible. As the grip tightened, many demons struggled in vain, their cries of rage and despair echoing through the chaos.
"Curse these accursed vines!" one demon roared as he fought against the plant's unyielding embrace. "How can they be so strong?" he shouted, his voice laced with fury and disbelief as he watched his comrades being subdued and strangled by the relentless vegetation.
