Grea knew. She already knew she was not going to be a match against Esme not even a second after they met.
Her so-called lessons were useful, but as she said, they were only useful at a certain point. And now that Esme was grabbing her head, she was just trying her best to not be pulled inside the crevice she herself made.
"Thank you for all the lessons, Miss Grea."
Grea could hear Esme's monotonous voice whispering from the shallow hole. And although her eyes weren't glowing, she could still see them staring at her, deep inside her. The crevice was not deep at all, but it almost seemed as if Esme was staring at her from an endless abyss.
"You did not need the lessons at all, child. You are a brick wall, and all my attacks are just pieces of crumpled papers — no matter how many I throw, the most I can do is remove dust," Grea let out a very long but deep sigh, not shying away from the abyss at all and even returning Esme's gaze.
