The second year at Mythos Academy had begun.
A fresh start. A new battlefield.
Unlike the first year, where everything had been about adapting, proving ourselves, and surviving the brutal hierarchy of the Academy's rankings—the second year was different.
This year had two major events.
The Inter-Academy Festival—a competition between the strongest academies in the world, where our skills would be tested against the best of the best.
And the Field Trip turned disaster.
After a quiet first night back, I adjusted to my new dorm—Ophelia Hall.
It wasn't particularly different in terms of size or luxury from my old first-year dorm, but the location had changed.
I was now on the top floor, which meant two things: more time in the elevator but also more privacy.
A fair trade.
Morning came quickly.
