Chapter 52: Primal
There are certain morals—unspoken rules—that a knight follows in battle.
They may not be true chivalry, but they’re instincts passed down through tradition. Rules that humans, no matter how desperate, often wouldn’t dare break.
But dragons... are a different breed.
Unlike humans, who are mostly born into sheltered lives, dragons must rely on themselves from the moment they hatch. Survival is not taught to them—it’s known. It’s something burned into their very blood.
That’s why even a newborn dragon is feared by humankind. Because it knows how to hunt. How to survive.
And above all—how to devour.
Hunger.
That deep, constant craving runs through the veins of all draconic creatures. A hunger for flesh. A hunger for power. A hunger to dominate everything around them.
And right now...
Hades felt it too.
His skin had turned red, heat radiating off him like a furnace. His pupils narrowed into sharp slits. Fangs peeked through his parted lips, and thick saliva dripped down like a starving beast ready to feast.
He crouched low to the ground—eyes locked on his target.