The roar of the arena still echoed in Lilith’s ears long after the doors closed behind her. It dulled into a distant thunder as she stepped into the stone corridor beyond the trial grounds. The air here was warmer, still, carrying the faint scent of oil, metal, and something like old parchment.
The academy.
Now, this was the real thing. Everything from the outside world is cut off here. Lilith has so many questions and so many food sheets to fill.
Everyone from her father’s side till her grandfather to the obsidian academy. Her father would have gone here as well were it not for his mother taking him away.
Every Rothwell lived up to their name and fulfilled the duties that came with the name. They prepared years before coming here and here she was thrown in the mouth of the wolf with
