Day 10 of containment.
Salem looked around at the massive wall spanning the entirety of the grimm wastes, and She was not concerned. All works of man fell to time or grimm, and this would be no different, it would be left a ruin eventually, be it in a hundred years or a thousand, but Her grimm were eternal and would remain long after this “prison” fell to dust.
Day 100 of containment.
Her grimm had destroyed more of those metal contraptions defending the walls, it mattered not if each had killed a few of her grimm before falling, there were always more grimm, and this wall would fall.
Day 234 of containment.
The wall had begun shelling her grimm from afar, A waste of ammunition, the grimm would always come back, the tunnels She had the grimm dig under the wall were collapsed by those infuriating drones, and the flying metal contraptions killed her grimm no matter how high they flew.
Day 567 of containment.
Salem was beginning to get annoyed, any damage she managed to inflict on the wall was healed within hours, no matter how severe.
Still the wall would fall in time, and She was patient.
Perhaps some new grimm variants could speed it up though, and she did have plenty of free time….
Day 1,340 of containment.
It was almost fun to create new grimm to send towards the wall, if she managed something truly unique she could watch as the entire wall changed and shifted to counter her new creations, she had been keeping the basic grimm simple for centuries to ensure they would spread throughout the world, but with all of the grimm confined to such a small space, … well she could get creative.
Massive burrowing worms, intangible monstrous demons, creatures that fed on electricity and possessed the wall's caretakers.
She hadn’t needed to stretch her powers like this in millenia.
Day 2,698 of containment.
The wall was decorated with tapestries of her grimm fighting against huntsmen and machine alike, and it was interesting to watch how the styles of art shifted and changed over the years, it would almost be a shame to see such wonderful artwork of her grimm destroyed, maybe she would keep a few pieces when she tore the thing down.
Day 5,000 of containment.
There was even some artwork of her creating her legions of grimm, Salem never saw any works depicting her, nor did she know how the builders of the wall knew how she created her grimm, none of the creators ever came into the grimm lands, and few of their creations made it far.
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She was apparently being used in contrast to some metal armored man creating legions of the metal contraptions, but the artwork did portray her well, she’d add it to her collection of weapons those foolish enough to fight her left behind.
Day 10,000 of containment.
Salem was definitely getting annoyed now, she had managed to destroy a small portion of the wall, and behind it was another wall, at this rate she was going to be here for centuries, that would set her work back thousands of years, the thought of all her wasted effort was infuriating, and sending grimm to deface the artwork on the wall was a slim comfort.
Day 100,000 of containment.
Salem was sick and tired of the wall, she has been stuck in this cage for nearly 3 centuries and the wall shows no signs of age, no wear and no lasting damage from her years of effort, no matter what manner of beast she throws at it, the wall stands unbroken, at least with Ozma she could kill him when he was annoying her.
Day 1,000,000 of containment.
The defenses on the wall were only getting stronger, and while her grimm grew in strength and power they could still do no lasting damage, she had taken to fighting the wall herself for a few decades, but the holes she tore into the wall were fixed before she could revive again, and then the wall shelled her castle.
Her bedroom was ruined.
Day 10,000,000 of containment.
Salem was beginning to go mad, she had been in this cage for longer than she bothered to count anymore, she had seen the man from the artwork a few times, walking along the wall and tending to a few machines the last few thousand years, and it was the most she’d seen of another person in nearly 30,000 years, he would always flee beyond the wall whenever she’d send her grim to attack.
Day 100,000,000 of containment.
Salem had been trying a new strategy, she hadn’t attacked the walls for the last 100,000 thousand years, If the makers of the wall thought she was dead and gone, or at least not hostile they might stop maintaining the wall, and it would finally fall to time, her grimm certainly couldn't bring it down.