"You should try harder, Fasra; the cracks have almost healed," I said as only 10% of the cracks have remained. My shield already healed fully a while ago; the cracks the Grimms are seeing right now, healing extremly slowly, are fake. I had created them, so it wouldn't run away, seeing the futility of the efforts.
"You bastard, just shut up," roared Fasra in frustration, but a couple of seconds later, its eyes suddenly became calm, and there was even a twinkle in them.
"It is clear that I could not break through your shields," It said, "It is good you understand that," I replied, and instead of getting angry, there was a sneaky smile on its huge space.
"But it is also clear that you could not get out of this prison of mine," It said slowly, and the smile on my face disappeared.
