First thing he did was remove Slya and Tiber from the Tower. He had left the two of them in there so they wouldn't do something as stupid as trying to fight Thrain or Terrix because he knew it was something they couldn't do.
As expected, Slya turned to him with a glare. Her eyes were dark and wide. "Atrox! Why did you do that? You nearly died! You shouldn't have played around since the beginning."
But then she smiled. "But I must admit you are too powerful."
Atrox smiled. "I know. And you shouldn't worry. I have everything under control. Do you like the gift I sent you?"
Tiber grunted. "The body nearly fell on me. That sword technique... it's strong. Congratulations, Clan leader."
Atrox's smile turned wider and filled with joy. Those two were his witnesses to his ambition, and they were still there when he was making another big jump in his plans. "Yes. Congratulations to me. Come, sit. We will celebrate after I make the Clan stable again."
