Reawakening: Primordial Dragon with Limitless Mana
Chapter 48: Huge fan

Chapter 48: Huge fan

They arrived earlier than expected.

Bavech was a sparsely populated town, and the reason was clear.

Once, it thrived under the protection of the Sage—an emblem of humanity’s strength. But now that she had grown old and withdrawn, Bavech had become a dangerous place to live. After all, it bordered the chaos.

"So if I pass through this town, I’ll reach the draconic lair?" Rinne asked as they approached the outskirts.

"Yes," Hades replied, then added with a firm tone, "But I suggest you hold back your fantasies—for your own safety, Rinne."

Beyond the border, countless threats roamed freely. Only those weak enough to escape radar detection dared to slip into the human realm. Anything stronger was noticed... and dealt with.

Except for that one time.

The Duke-ranked being Hades had encountered—that dragon—was a rare exception. Somehow, it crossed over without raising any alarms. Perhaps it had been injured... perhaps that’s why it slipped through unnoticed.

Soon, they entered the town.

There was no gate. No guards. No security whatsoever.

Bavech was a ghost town, its houses scattered far apart like forgotten memories.

The cobblestone paths were cracked—not from battle, but from age. Bushes were dry, grass had turned yellow, and the sky loomed heavy with a dim, grey hue. The wind whistled between the buildings, eerie and cold.

Not a soul was in sight.

It felt like walking into the aftermath of a war.

Hades narrowed his eyes. Something didn’t sit right with him.

In a town where everything was aged and decaying, there was one thing that didn’t belong.

Carriages.

Several of them.

Lined along the path, polished and well-kept. Their presence was too out of place to ignore.

"Hey, wait." Hades raised a hand, signaling Rinne to halt.

She gently tugged on the reins, and both came to a stop.

"What is—ah." Rinne’s eyes followed his gaze, quickly understanding the cause of his concern.

They dismounted their horses and approached the carriages, moving casually, though with quiet caution. They weren’t trying to spy—but they didn’t want to get caught either.

"That’s the insignia of Aurelith," Hades muttered.

Aurelith. The closest nation to Bavech.

"What are they doing here?" Rinne frowned. These soldiers clearly weren’t locals—they were visitors. Important ones.

Hades pointed toward a house just across the plaza. "I’d guess... it’s for her."

Rinne followed his gesture and narrowed her eyes. Several soldiers stood guard before a tall, worn building that resembled a clock tower.

"That’s where the Great Sage lives?" she asked, though her voice betrayed she already knew the answer.

The only figure in Bavech worthy of such attention was the Sage herself.

"But why now?" Rinne asked, stepping back behind the cover of a nearby house. "I don’t think they make regular visits here."

Hades took a moment to think, then spoke with mild uncertainty, "Maybe it has to do with the Pact. I heard the rulers of all the major nations are preparing for a summit. If that’s true, they might want her guidance... or at least her blessing."

He had heard whispers about it from Cedric and Graham a few weeks ago.

Graham, in particular, had seemed excited—not for the politics, but for the festival that would follow. He wasn’t the kind who enjoyed bustling streets or flashy events. But this time, it was different.

It was for Thalia.

She had been ill for so long, barely stepping outside. This summit and the celebration surrounding it... it gave her a reason to go out, to smile again. A chance to relive a sliver of her childhood.

"Hades?"

"Ah—yeah?" He blinked, realizing he’d drifted into thought again. He gave his head a small shake and said, "We need to—"

"You okay?" Rinne placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He paused for a moment, then gave her a small nod. "Yeah, I’m fine." Clearing his throat, he added, "How about we take a look around? Try to figure out what’s really going on?"

Rinne studied his face for a second, worried. But she didn’t press. If he wanted to talk, he would.

Instead, she focused on the plan. "Aren’t we supposed to stay hidden? The King could still be looking for us."

Hades chuckled softly. "Not the King of Aurelith. And my face isn’t exactly famous, Rinne. I think we’ll be fine."

Then, pulling the dagger from his waist, he offered it to her. "If anything goes wrong, I want you to cast a barrier and pull me out. Don’t wait."

He was stronger now, no doubt—but those soldiers were on a completely different tier. Fighting would be reckless. Escape was the smarter move.

Rinne stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him. "Be safe," she whispered.

Hades nodded, then stepped out of the shadows and into the uncertain light ahead.

The soldiers noticed him not long after he stepped out.

A few of them immediately went on alert... well, most of them did.

Still, Hades didn’t stop. He kept walking, calm and composed, until one of them called out.

"What are you trying to do, boy?" asked a man who looked to be in his forties. He had a thick brown mustache and rested his thumbs in his belt as he stepped forward.

Hades offered a polite smile. "Hi, um... I’m actually a student—visiting historical places and meeting living legends. I recently tried reaching a man named Chris Travens. And well, I eventually ended up here."

The soldier’s expression shifted at the name. A smile spread across his face. "You visited Aurelith?"

Hades nodded, returning the smile. "Oh, yes, I did. I really wanted to see the man who helped bring down a Duke-ranked creature with his comrades. Honestly, I was inspired—his courage, their teamwork... it was incredible."

The soldier chuckled, clearly pleased. "Well, looks like you’re in luck today, boy. I served in the battalion under Sir Chris."

Hades widened his eyes in amazement. "No way... am I really standing in front of one of the famed dragon slayers who saved us from certain doom?"

The man laughed heartily. "Well, I didn’t do much, but yes—guilty as charged."

"This is unreal," Hades said, eyes gleaming. "I get to meet two legends in the same place."

The soldier’s smile turned wry. "Well, I doubt you’ll be meeting the other one today."

Hades blinked. "You haven’t been able to get in contact with her yet?" he asked carefully—he didn’t need to name her. It was clear who he meant.

The Sage.

The only living legend on the planet that truly needed no introduction.

The man heaved a sigh, "Truly a stubborn hag. Hasn’t been responding to our calls or knocks. We just needed to get her on board to-"

"*Ahem* Commander..." someone coughed from the left and soon the soldiers stopped talking.

Hades didn’t insist and looked at the door before him.

Beyond this was the person who might be the answer to humanity’s future.

He raised his hand and touched the door.

And in that moment, unbeknownst to any of those who were standing before that door, something stirred inside.

Those eyes which have been closed for months, moved.

Something ancient was awakened.

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A/N:- This is gonna be a short but informative arc. Stay tuned and keep commenting..