The first two weeks at Obsidian Academy passed faster than Lilith expected.
The days were packed so tightly with training, lectures, combat drills, and assignments and an extra load for Lilith from all the classes she missed.
Morning bells came too early, nights ended too late, and somewhere in between, she found herself slowly settling into the rhythm of the academy.
Not comfortably. But she knew Obsidian wasn’t built for comfort.
And she adapted. That was what Rothwells did.
Most evenings ended with Mira spreading books across their table in the library while trying to force-feed Lilith's weeks of missed coursework. Apparently, missing the beginning of the semester did not excuse anyone from understanding advanced supernatural politics or historical battle formations, which for her
