Over the past few days, Liam had been far from idle. Not with the way things were spiraling around him.
By daylight, he was rooted in books and battle forms—studying the intricacies of fire magic alongside Ariana. He dissected theory, tested application, and sharpened the bite of his flames with every lesson learned. That was his rhythm. Day meant discipline. Knowledge in, fire out.
But when night fell… all that structure crumbled.
Just like Seraphina promised, every midnight dragged him from his dorm and into the academy's shadows—no map, no hints, just a single mission: find her.
The first two nights? Chaos. She was nothing more than a phantom. A whisper in wind. Tracking her down felt like chasing smoke with bare hands.
