It was strange—despite the place Peri was, Hades never felt any fluctuation in her emotions.
At the moment, she stood before the very being who had haunted her nights for far too long. The one who had almost torn her away from her mother forever.
Samarella. The ever-fuming Primordial Dragon of Peace.
But this time, Peri didn't feel fear. She stood tall, facing those piercing blue eyes with confidence.
"Not trying to torment me anymore? What happened to all that anger?" she asked, her voice laced with provocation. In truth, frustration churned inside her.
Peri had never feared anything in her life—yet this entity had once made her dread the simple act of closing her eyes.
Every night she prayed to God, begging that when she opened them again, she would still wake in the same room.
So yes, there was frustration. A lot of it.
Samarella growled, "You've grown quite cocky. Do you really think I can't kill you, just because you've formed a deeper bond with that sinful beast?"
