The End of Year festival was rapidly approaching, and with it, the weight of expectations. Not from the Academy, not from the world, but from within. This wasn't just about winning a battle or proving my strength. It was about understanding myself—finally, truly knowing who I was beneath every scar and every whispered promise of destiny.
I needed to understand myself. My feelings, my desires—things I had spent too long ignoring, treating them as side quests in the grander scheme of survival. But that no longer worked. The closer I got to the battle with Lucifer, the more I realized I wasn't just fighting for strength. I was fighting to know. To finally admit that beneath the armor and the endless training, there was a heart yearning for clarity.
The first step was letting my feelings be known—at least, in some way.
