They moved.
Isara's chains lashed out before they'd covered five meters. Six golden links split from the lattice and screamed across the basin floor in converging arcs, each one tracking a different target with the precision of a woman who had spent centuries perfecting the art of locking people down.
"[Hex of Decay]!"
Vex's tattoos flared and the curse erupted from her palm in a wave of dark red energy that washed over the three chains targeting Serika. The golden links dimmed, hairline fractures racing through them as the hex ate into the mana holding them together.
The chains didn't break. But they slowed, and the half-second of reduced tension was all Serika needed.
"[Solar Drive]!"
Fire erupted from her feet and she launched forward, closing ten meters in a single stride. Isara's eyes tracked her and a fresh volley of chains snapped toward her center mass with the speed of someone who'd already killed fighters faster than Serika on this very day.
