Reawakening: Primordial Dragon with Limitless Mana

Lary stepped toward him, casually now, as if greeting an old friend.

"Sorry, mate," he said with an apologetic tone that didn't match the moment. "We don't normally do this, but… times are hard. And if we don't feed this guy regularly, it starts looking at our town like a snack."

He reached to Hades's pouch, pulling it.

Hades's breath hitched.

That pouch didn't only have the last few coins but also the letter from Thalia.

"You… You'll regret this…" he growled through clenched teeth, still unable to move, body frozen in place like stone.

"Oh, yeah?" Lary scoffed—and stepped aside.

So Hades could see the beast rising.

The silver-furred wolf slowly stood. Its massive body stretched, muscles rippling under its luminous coat. Its red eyes locked on him and Luna—its chosen prey.

And just before it lunged—

SQUELCH

A blade sank into Hades's side. Lary whispered, "Just to be on the safe side."

Hades let out a guttural grunt, eyes wavering as blood soaked into his clothes.

On the other side, Maria had already snatched Luna's staff and coin pouch.

"Thanks for being dumb~" she mocked, hopping away like it was all a game.

Then Olivia appeared in front of Luna.

Her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Ever since I saw you, there is something about you that annoyed me." With her eyes narrowed, she added, "Yes, it was your pretty face." she said flatly—and then drew a knife.

With terrifying calm, she dragged it down Luna's forehead, tracing a slow line across her brow and nose.

Slice…

A thin, sharp pain.

And then—blood. Warm and flowing.

Luna's eyes widened in horror as she felt it… saw it…

The crimson running down her face.

Her breath turned uneven. Her hands trembled.

Her mind snapped back to memories buried deep—of faces that laughed, of mirrors she couldn't look into, of voices that once told her she'd never be whole again.

"NOOOO!" she screamed, finally breaking free from the spell's hold, collapsing to her knees, clutching her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lary gave a quick signal.

And just like that—the three turned and ran, disappearing into the shadows.

The spell shattered around Hades too. And the moment it did, he stumbled forward, ignoring the pain in his side, and rushed to Luna.

"H-Hades…" she choked between sobs, her fingers trembling against her bloodied skin. "M-My face… I… my face…"

Her voice cracked.

She wasn't just crying.

Luna had deep emotional scars, no matter how well she pretended to have moved on. For her, staying well-groomed and beautiful wasn't just a girly habit—it was her way of escaping the painful memories she desperately wanted to forget.

But today, someone dragged her back to those dark times—those days when people looked at her like she was cursed, a disease to be avoided. Her scars had always been the reason she was abandoned, pushed aside her whole life. That's why, when Olivia slashed her face, Luna broke down and cried.

Hades held her close in his arms, trying his best to calm her. He understood what she must be going through.

Blood was dripping from his stomach. Lary had cut him deep—clean and severe—but right now, none of that mattered to him. All he cared about was Luna. He just wanted to ease her pain.

And while this was happening, the great wolf Ghirodah slowly moved toward them, its steps quiet and deliberate.

It knew its prey wasn't going to run. So, why hurry? And if they did try to escape, well—that would just make the hunt more thrilling.

"Luna… please, look at me," Hades urged gently, tilting her face toward him. "You said my opinion is the only one that matters—yet here you are, terrified of being hated again." His voice was calm, soothing, almost pleading.

Luna's face was a mess of blood and tears. Her hands trembled as she whispered, "But Hades… I'm ugly again. I can't stand beside you like this—with this face…"

"You're not ugly, Luna," he said firmly. "You're beautiful. I know you. I see you. And it's not like you can't heal these scars—you're just scared right now… overwhelmed."

He stopped mid-sentence.

A low growl rolled through the air like thunder across a graveyard. Hades turned sharply, his eyes locking onto the hulking figure of the wolf—Ghirodah.

In that moment, his irises thinned into slits. The very air around him shifted—heavy, suffocating, deadly. It wasn't just magic or presence—it was something deeper. An aura of primal fury and unwavering resolve that made the wolf freeze in its tracks.

Ghirodah, a predator born of blood and fang, felt something it had never known before.

Dread.

It was as if the creature before it wasn't prey—but a force. A storm that could not be bitten, clawed, or brought down. A presence that existed beyond pain… beyond death… beyond the wolf's understanding of power.

And for the first time, the beast hesitated—its breath caught, its muscles stiff, its instincts screaming to back away.

But then, it shook its head and jumped toward its prey.

Hades released Luna and turned to face the wolf.

The wolf parted its mouth, ready to chomp down on Hades's head, but the human moved underneath its maw, his hands glowing crimson and nails elongated like claws.

*KHATT*

The wolf clamped down on thin air, and in the next instance, something burning pressed against its hide.

"*AGHUOOO*" The wolf jumped away, its skin burning by Hades's crimson claws.

Hades growled as he moved toward the beast, his eyes burning with raw fury.

He wasn't just pissed at the beast which was trying to hunt them down but those three as well.

He believed only dragons are nasty creatures but how could he forget, humanity is no less than them. Or more like, when it comes to betraying others, humans could do it as naturally as breathing.

'Once I am done with this, I am going to find you and I am going to skin you alive. You are going to pay for every tear Luna shed. Just count your last breath…I am coming for you.'

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A/N:- Please let me know if there is anything wrong with the plot progression. Thanks for reading.