Harry was planning to kill the beast silently like an assassin while it was distracted, fighting Gracie.
On the other side, the battle was taking an interesting turn.
Gracie's subordinates provided cover, shielding her from incoming attacks.
She rushed toward the core of the tree, but the overwhelming difference in numbers continued to be a problem.
Her feet suddenly got stuck in the mud, freezing her movements. Then the mud flared—burning with fire.
Gracie, feeling the searing heat, flickered far away in the distance.
But the others couldn't dodge the attack as easily. They didn't possess the skill to move that fast. Yet, that was the beauty of elements—everyone had something unique.
Gracie had already signaled Tyler to bring all the remaining students, since the tree was no longer trying to control everyone. And it couldn't, because Gracie would once again use her element to render the control useless.
