Reawakening: Primordial Dragon with Limitless Mana-Chapter 52: Primal

There are certain morals—unspoken rules—that a knight follows in battle.

They may not be true chivalry, but they’re instincts passed down through tradition. Rules that humans, no matter how desperate, often wouldn’t dare break.

But dragons... are a different breed.

Unlike humans, who are mostly born into sheltered lives, dragons must rely on themselves from the moment they hatch. Survival is not taught to them—it’s known. It’s something burned into their very blood.

That’s why even a newborn dragon is feared by humankind. Because it knows how to hunt. How to survive.

And above all—how to devour.

Hunger.

That deep, constant craving runs through the veins of all draconic creatures. A hunger for flesh. A hunger for power. A hunger to dominate everything around them.

And right now...

Hades felt it too.

His skin had turned red, heat radiating off him like a furnace. His pupils narrowed into sharp slits. Fangs peeked through his parted lips, and thick saliva dripped down like a starving beast ready to feast.

He crouched low to the ground—eyes locked on his target.

He didn’t move randomly. He moved with purpose.

Because this time, Hades wasn’t trying to survive the battle.

He was going to hunt.

"You— Are you a fucking dragon?!" the Duke-ranked dragon spat, eyes wide in disbelief.

Hades didn’t answer.

But there was a sound.

The sound of his body moving—too fast for normal eye to follow.

**BOOOM!**

The duke-ranked took a step back.

Dust exploded where he stood a second ago.

The ground where the dragon had been cracked open as Hades’s kick landed—fast, sharp, and full of force. So much faster than before. So much stronger.

Vermion, the Duke-ranked dragon, had already stepped back, but his expression had changed.

His casual calm was gone. In its place—caution.

This was no longer the same Hades from before.

CRACK!

Vermion barely blocked the next blow. Hades’s foot slammed into his forearm, sending a jolt through his bones. Before he could breathe, a fist came flying—he ducked, just in time.

Hades moved like an animal. No wasted movement. No hesitation.

He wasn’t fighting like a human anymore.

He roared and lunged again, swinging his clawed hand like a blade.

SWISH!

Vermion leaned back, the claws grazing his cheek. Blood ran down, but he didn’t flinch. He grabbed Hades by the arm and slammed him into the ground.

BOOM!

The earth cracked. Dust flew. But Hades twisted mid-fall and kicked Vermion in the chest—hard enough to push him back a few steps.

Hades rolled to his feet, eyes wild, chest rising and falling like a beast in heat.

Vermion spat to the side. "Tch. So it’s true. You are part dragon."

Hades didn’t answer. He rushed forward again.

CLANG!

Their fists met mid-air, the impact shaking the air around them.

Hades followed up with a headbutt. It landed. Blood burst from Vermion’s nose. But in the same breath—

CRACK!

Vermion’s knee slammed into Hades’s ribs. He gasped and stumbled, but didn’t fall.

The next punch came at him like a hammer. Hades blocked it—but it still sent him flying.

He hit the ground hard, rolling, dirt and blood mixing on his skin.

But he got up. Again.

Vermion growled. "You’re pissing me off."

He dashed forward. A blur.

Hades blocked the first hit. The second. The third broke through—an uppercut that sent blood flying from his mouth.

Still, Hades spun low and slashed his nails across Vermion’s thigh.

A shallow cut—but it bled.

Vermion hissed.

They clashed again. Fists. Elbows. Kicks. Every hit echoed with raw power.

Hades took the worst of it—his lip split, shoulder dislocated, thigh torn open.

But he kept hitting back.

A jab to the gut.

A bite to the arm.

Even when Vermion threw him down and stomped his back, Hades pushed off the ground, howling like a wild beast.

Vermion suddenly leapt into the air and spun mid-flight.

But before his heel could come crashing down, Hades was already gone.

**DOOOOM!**

**CRACK!**

A deep crack split the ground beneath them as the Duke-ranked dragon landed with force, growling through gritted teeth.

He hadn’t fully healed. His body still ached. He couldn’t fight at full power.

Not yet.

But still—he was Vermion. A Duke-ranked dragon. That should’ve been enough.

Against a half-dragon who could barely control his power?

No. Not in seven hells.

But Hades didn’t care for logic.

He saw his chance—and he took it.

With a wild grin smeared across his bloodied face, he charged.

Vermion narrowed his eyes, scoffing. He stepped forward—and before Hades could even jump, he reached out and snatched him by the throat.

His grip tightened, lifting Hades off the ground.

He smirked, "In the end, you’re nothing but a weak abomination—fu—!"

He choked mid-sentence.

His eyes burned.

Hades had spat blood straight into them.

But it wasn’t just blood.

It sizzled.

Like magma.

Vermion roared, his grip loosening as the burning blood crawled into his eye sockets.

He staggered back, clutching his face.

That was all the opening Hades needed.

Without a second of hesitation, he grabbed Vermion’s wrist—

—and bit.

Hard.

With a feral growl, he tore through flesh, muscle, and bone like a beast starved for days.

*CRACK!*

Vermion screamed.

His entire hand—ripped clean off by Hades’s jaws.

Blood gushed out.

Hades didn’t spit it out.

He drank it.

Like it was wine.

Vermion couldn’t see but he could feel where the human was

He punched where Hades stood, but little did he expect his punch to be blocked and his hand to be held.

"Fuck-no!!" He cried as Hades suddenly pressed his foot on Vermion’s chest and pulled his arm with an unimaginable force.

**CREAK**

His arm began to rip.

Vermion gritted his teeth and suddenly,

"Hellblaze!" A magic circle formed around the duo.

Hades didn’t even know what was going to happen to him. He was still busy with his hunt.

Just when the flames were about to fall, Hades’s vision shifted.

He found himself meters apart from his prey.

A low guttural growl escaped his throat when suddenly, he heard a voice,

"You did well, young master. Now please, take some rest."

Before he could have reacted, something hit his neck and soon his vision blurred.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.