Outside the window, laden with iron bars, the sunlight had changed from bright and dazzling to gentle and soft, then gradually turned to a gloomy, dull hue. Shadows emerged from the corners and began taking over the hall, stretching and conquering with the momentum of a bamboo spear. They sang their victory songs, elongated their forms, and occupied more and more areas.
Everyone sat listlessly by the long table, half-asleep.
The long wait made Bartlett feel like a beast trapped in a cage; he wanted to scream loudly, but as an adult with a sound state of mind, he restrained himself from such a childish and ridiculous act.
"Waiting and patience are the first steps to becoming a hunter." Bartlett suddenly recalled these words his father once said while teaching him to find opportunities amidst the stalemate of battle, admonishing him not to attack blindly. "Quieting down and patiently waiting for prey to show a vulnerability is something even a beast understands."
