"...yeah, this one's no good either."
Raven sighed as he wrapped-up yet another failure. He pinched the bridge of his nose and rested his back against his chair. He remained like that for a bit to ease-up his headache since god knows how tired he is.
A full year passed by since the start of their seclusion. The rest aren't showing any signs of waking-up just yet. Raven's work also still hasn't shown any positive signs either, everything he had tried so hard all lead to a dead-end.
The whole fiasco about Blackwing already passed and mostly forgotten. The deterrence has served him well. Nobody dared to cause any large ruckus while they're in seclusion.
Still, it would've been better if Raven could just catch even a vague trail of his true goal.
By now, he her lost count on how many times he had theorized and simulated things. All of it were dead-ends which frankly has a toll on Raven's mentality.
