"So? How is the training going?"
After their long embrace — one that lasted several quiet minutes — Kaelith finally loosened her hold, letting her son breathe again. She took a seat on the chair nearby, her eyes soft yet keen, and gestured for him to sit as well.
"Going good… Sir Vulcan is unlike any warrior I have met until now," Hades replied, his tone carrying both respect and curiosity as he settled opposite her.
Kaelith's lips curved faintly. "I can see changes in you already… I couldn't sense your presence until you entered the building."
Her words were not mere praise. When Hades had first awakened his core as a dragon, his aura had been wild and untamed — a storm given form. Even from a great distance, one could feel the oppressive surge of mana radiating from him, like thunderclouds rolling across the land.
