When Hades was on the way to the village where Luna was trapped, Zerathos' voice echoed in his mind.
[He is one of those who once tried to stand by my side.]
Hades narrowed his eyes. *So, you expect me to show mercy?*
[I expect nothing. This is your life, your path. And Mytheon… he is a snake. He slithers anywhere that keeps him alive.]
Hades stayed silent, torn between the conversation and the thought of Luna lying helpless somewhere ahead.
Zerathos' tone grew sharper.
[Listen carefully. Do not get swayed by his offers. That creature cares for nothing but his own survival. Revenge, loyalty, pride—none of it matters to him. He lives to save his own skin. Don't fall for his traps.]
…
When Hades finally arrived, he stared straight at the misty figure forming in front of him—the Primordial himself.
"You shouldn't have touched my wife," Hades growled.
"Touch?" Mytheon chuckled lightly. "I was simply playing. Testing her loyalty. And she passed wonderfully."
