Hades
Cain's words echoed in the dim corridor, louder than the alarms that never rang, louder than the guards who never moved.
"They recognized you."
Didn't deny it.
Because a part of me—buried deep beneath the scar tissue and rage—agreed.
Something had been stirring since the moment we entered this place. Not just instinct, not just muscle memory—something else. Something older than me.
Older than this war.
Older than this life.
Cain was still watching me. His expression had shifted. He wasn't just suspicious anymore—he was wary.
Of me.
He cleared his throat, voice lower now. "If this place runs on horn residue… and the Flux inside it still lingers…"
I didn't stop walking, but I heard the hesitation in his next words.
"…then are you sure you were the one in control back there?"
I froze.
Just for a heartbeat.
Then kept walking.
But Cain had seen it.
That flicker. That pause.
That crack.
And he pushed. "Hades. Look at me. Are you sure?"
