The Trial.
It came every year, but never the same way twice.
By dawn, the air around Ravenshore’s Obsidian Order Academy felt heavier, charged with the kind of tension that made even the birds silent. The students gathered in the central courtyard, all in uniform, black leather, steel edges gleaming, silver-thread insignias catching the morning light.
The sky above them was veiled in gray, the kind of gray that always came before a storm. Stark opposite to the sunny day from last day.
Lilith stood among them, jaw set, hands clasped behind her back. Her dagger hung at her side, humming faintly, as if it knew what day it was.
Zane kissed her goodbye before she got to Academy. That’s all she had keep her going. Out of this trial, she will not only establish herself as a true hunter bu
