Till night, nothing happened.
The Akatsuki began to settle and tear down. They built tents, and a portion of the wall was getting torn down. Each stone that fell seemed to make Atrox jolt.
He didn't sleep much, and his appetite was immediately lost. Indeed, this was the first time in his life that he'd been without hopes of what would happen.
At first, he thought that he or others around him—especially his trusted advisor, Tiber—would come up with something, but it seemed everyone had hit a blank wall.
Atrox didn't take it well. "...My ambition is gone... just like that? But how? Why? How did I get to this situation?!"
But he knew the answer. Atrox had begun to care. He didn't know when it started, but the Clan that he should have torn down and rebuilt was still standing.
