Hades had sensed it ever since his meeting with Samarella.
Why would a Primordial Being carry such deep hatred for him? Hatred so strong she was willing to throw away her own life just to see him dead. Whoever Hades had been in the past, he must have left her with a wound too great to forget.
He had heard the ancient tale—the one spoken in whispers. The war of a thousand years ago. The war between dragons that nearly wiped out every race.
And at the center of it all stood the one who bore the greatest sin.
The Primordial Dragon of Chaos.
Pieces clicked together in Hades's mind, and the truth became clear.
"The Primordial who brought ruin greater than anyone had ever imagined. A calamity no one foresaw. A being who lived for chaos itself. That's who I was…isn't it?" Hades asked, his voice steady.
The woman before him lowered her head. "You are correct, Young Master. You are the reincarnation of the deity we serve. Please accept my greetings."
