"It would seem it is not going to be my turn anytime soon."
As a themarian, Esme did not really need to sleep for very long periods of time. And since he was in the Domain of the Gods, where the weakest individual could still probably crush an entire Star System with ease… she was actually also surrounded by people who don't sleep at all.
None of them seemed bored, however, as all of them were just chatting with each other while watching the matches on the 92nd floor unfold. Esme wished she could say the same, however. She was already incredibly bored; wanting to stretch her limbs already and somewhat let loose.
Unfortunately for her, it would seem that fate was teasing her and not letting her fight until the end; probably saving her for last.
"They are saving the best for last, Miss Esme. Have patience," Miss Pepondosovich could really only sigh as she attempted to pat Esme's shoulder, but failing to do so due to their size difference,
