For a second, everything happening around Grace seemed to slow down.
The large chunk of earth that weighed more than fifty kilograms was flying toward her with dazzling speed.
If that thing, weighing as much as she did, hit her at that speed, no healer in the world could mend the damage.
This wasn't just your average fight—there was a real possibility that she was going to die here.
Under the fear of death, she moved out of instinct.
She directed all the golden threads that were around David and made them appear before the chunk of earth and herself.
In turn, the chunk tore through the threads as it continued to move toward her. It was still fast, but it had slowed down a little, allowing her to move her body out of the way.
She wasn't out of danger, however, as now that David wasn't constantly assaulted by her threads, he was able to move freely and, in turn, sent several more earth chunks of various sizes at her.
