Reawakening: Primordial Dragon with Limitless Mana-Chapter 53: I am your Luna

"Mm..." Hades groaned.

His consciousness was slowly returning.

His entire body ached—every muscle felt like it had been torn apart. The pain was sharp, deep, and unrelenting. Yet, the only reason he didn’t scream was because of a strange warmth flowing through him.

It wasn’t healing him, but it was soothing—keeping his mind clear and the pain manageable.

He forced his eyes open and was met with an unfamiliar ceiling.

Just turning his neck made him groan again, but he managed it—because he needed to see her.

"R-Rinne..." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Her eyes—red, tired—snapped to him. She looked like she hadn’t slept in hours.

Her lips parted in disbelief. "Hades... how are you feeling now?" she asked, wiping her eyes.

A faint smile curved his lips. "Barely breathing," he muttered, then looked around.

"Where are we? What happened?"

His memories were blurred. The last thing he could recall clearly was being in a frenzy. He wasn’t himself.

He hadn’t been fighting for survival or freedom.

He had been hunting—for blood. He wanted domination. He remembered chasing the Duke-ranked, not with fear or desperation... but with hunger.

He had craved to crush him.

And somehow, even in that state, he’d managed to injure that powerful being.

The system said a portion of my core had surfaced...

Does that mean... that’s how I’ll become once it’s fully awakened?

[No, boy. You will learn to control it over time.]

[What you experienced was only a glimpse—unfiltered, raw, and without preparation. That’s why you lost yourself.]

The familiar inner voice echoed calmly inside him.

Not long after, Rinne spoke softly, "When I woke up... I was already here. You were on the bed, unconscious. You were bleeding, but someone had clearly healed you. That’s probably why you weren’t in any immediate danger."

Hades frowned.

A faint memory surfaced—someone had pushed him away during the battle. Someone had tried to drag him out of the fight, away from that Duke-ranked dragon.

Someone protected me...? But who...?

And then there was that dragon. His eyes weren’t just furious—he was insulted.

He had muttered something... something about his mate.

There had been genuine irritation in his gaze, as if his pride had been bruised—shaken by the presence of someone stronger than himself.

Was that the one who saved me?

The thought stirred unease and curiosity alike.

’You know anything?’ Hades asked inwardly.

But the voice within him was silent.

No answers.

He let out a quiet sigh and slowly reached out, his arm trembling from the effort, and took Rinne’s hand in his.

"You can rest now, Rinne," he whispered, managing a soft smile. "I’ll be fine. I just need a few hours of sleep."

His body still hurt—badly. Every muscle throbbed with pain, but only when he moved.

As long as he stayed still, the warmth from earlier kept the agony at bay.

Rinne bit her lower lip, her fingers gently closing around his.

"How can I rest when you look like this?" she murmured.

Hades didn’t need a mirror to understand what she meant. He felt it. He was bruised, battered, and broken.

He wasn’t even close to the level needed to face a Duke-ranked opponent.

Even several Elder-ranked dragons could defeat him with ease. And a Duke-ranked... they were said to be the equivalent of fifty Elders in raw power.

So yes... his survival—was nothing short of a miracle.

"Rinne... what happened... neither of us could’ve prepared for that. The dragon came straight for us—there was no way it would’ve let us go without a fight. We were powerless in that moment—"

"Not really," Rinne cut in, her voice low and heavy. Her head was bowed, and a gloomy shadow hung over her expression. "Maybe one of us wasn’t being honest. Maybe one of us was so desperate to keep a secret... she put the life of the one person she cared for most at risk."

For a second, Hades thought she had uncovered his secret—that he was a dragon.

But no. The weight in her voice told him this was about her.

He gently reached over and squeezed her hand. "Rinne...what do you mean?"

He couldn’t help her unless he knew what was tearing her apart.

She looked like she was carrying the burden of betrayal. As if she had wronged him in a way she couldn’t undo. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

There was a long silence before Rinne finally whispered, "I love you... and that will never change. No matter what. Remember that."

Hades gave a slow nod, surprised—but he said nothing, letting her continue.

Rinne took a deep breath and leaned back in her seat. Their hands stayed linked, warm and firm.

"When I woke up... I was surrounded by darkness," she said softly. "Crushing, cold, suffocating darkness. I was terrified. I called out your name, again and again... because I knew if anyone would come for me, it would be you."

A faint, heartbroken smile crossed her lips.

"But I guess... my coffin was buried too deep for my voice to reach you."

Hades frowned.

He had thought she was talking about something recent—something from their last battle.

But... coffin?

Rinne continued, her voice trembling, "I was alone... crying... begging anyone out there to save me. I didn’t want to die. There were so many things I still wanted to do. I wanted to stay with you... to always be by your side. You gave me a path... a purpose. You were the first person I ever called mine."

Hades drew in a sharp breath and cut in, his voice cracking, "R-Rinne... please tell me... y-you’re not..."

But the words caught in his throat.

He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Even the faintest possibility that she—the one he lost—was standing in front of him now, gave him a kind of hope he hadn’t felt in years. But that very hope frightened him too.

What if it’s not her? What if it’s just coincidence?

What if fate is playing a cruel trick again?

So many nights he had drowned in regret.

Even now, whenever he saw a dragon, something inside him would twist and burn with rage. He couldn’t forget the way she had screamed—her voice still echoed in his ears, echoing from the edge of death.

He could still feel her warmth... fading in his arms. That memory alone had been enough to break him, over and over again.

Hades was waiting for her.

Silently. Impatiently.

For Rinne to say something. Anything.

He was both scared and somehow hopeful.

What was he expecting though?

He himself buried her dead body.

He had bid farewell to her.

That was no illusion.

Yet...

"It’s me, Hades...I-I am your Luna."

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.