Morning arrived sluggishly over the Demon Academy, the obsidian spires gleaming faintly as dawn's silver washed against their edges.
The quiet of night had not yet fully faded, and most students were still comfortably tucked into their beds, nursing their weariness after the intensity of yesterday's class.
However, Albedo was awake, as he was sitting on the edge of his bed, rolling his shoulders as the faint ache of last night's training reminded him of what happened.
He also flexed his fingers, as his body was still adapting to the Demonic Energy he had minor success in controlling.
The knock at his door came softly, but with precision, three measured taps. Albedo rose at once, already certain of who it was. When he pulled the door open, crimson eyes stared back at him from beneath a dark hood.
"Good morning, sunshine," Lilian said, her lips quirked, her tone mocking. "Or do you not sleep at all? You look like you've been gnawed on by a storm."
