Lilith stood, grabbed her gear, and stepped out into the night, the weight of both her worlds pressing down on her shoulders.
Because tonight, she wasn’t just hunting monsters. She was hunting the truth.
The training wing buzzed with preparation when Lilith got there. Students suited up, dark tactical gear, weapons belts, silver stakes strapped to thighs, holsters for pistols lined with blessed ammunition. The air stank of oil and silver dust.
Lilith stood at her locker, fingers brushing over her blade, the runes buzzing, and this has been with her since her father gifted it to her. Her reflection in the steel was steady, her eyes cold. The perfect hunter’s daughter.
And yet, her heart wasn’t steady at all. She shut the locker door harder than she needed to.
By the time the clock stru
