'This time, I might really die,' I said as I felt the heat of the fireball coming toward me, and that heat was increasing at an extremly fast speed.
In less than a second, the fireball will hit me and burn m to death, and this time there might not be a rescue.
'Why didn't they send someone?' I have asked myself tens of times in the past moment. The Grimms are not the only ones who have powerhouses of this level; we also have some. If they had sent even one of them, there would have been chances of us being rescued.
Though I am not blaming them, this is not the only battlefield, and we also need to keep some reserve. Not to mention, it is impossible to save everyone, even the most important people; the death Grand Lord is proof of that.
The fireball reached me, and now there was only a distance of a meter between it and me. I wish I could move my neck; I want to look at the fire before it consumes me.
Bang!
