Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374: Escape Plan

Hades

Cain’s words echoed in the dim corridor, louder than the alarms that never rang, louder than the guards who never moved.

"They recognized you."

Didn’t deny it.

Because a part of me—buried deep beneath the scar tissue and rage—agreed.

Something had been stirring since the moment we entered this place. Not just instinct, not just muscle memory—something else. Something older than me.

Older than this war.

Older than this life.

Cain was still watching me. His expression had shifted. He wasn’t just suspicious anymore—he was wary.

Of me.

He cleared his throat, voice lower now. "If this place runs on horn residue... and the Flux inside it still lingers..."

I didn’t stop walking, but I heard the hesitation in his next words.

"...then are you sure you were the one in control back there?"

I froze.

Just for a heartbeat.

Then kept walking.

But Cain had seen it.

That flicker. That pause.

That crack.

And he pushed. "Hades. Look at me. Are you sure?"

My jaw clenched. "I got Kael out. That’s what matters."

"That’s not what I asked."

I didn’t answer, it had not yet even sunk in that the horn we sought was in this facility, much less the possibility that it could be interacting with me. Could I even escape this infection?

Cain seemed to sense my discomfort and with a deep sigh, he relented. "Since the horn is here and Eve says we need it, why don’t we take it now? When else will we have a chance like this? We could topple tye balance of this way in our favour, if we can get the first fragment. At least we can start now. It seems the horn has been shattered."

I glanced at Kael’s already broken body. I could still see the trails of his blood. A lump formed in my throat.

"He needs help," I said, voice lower now, rough with something heavier than fury. "They didn’t just beat him—they engineered this."

Cain frowned, looking down as we walked, his eyes trailing over the bruising, the blood crusted in his hair, the tremble in Kael’s fingers even in unconsciousness.

"He should’ve begun healing by now," Cain muttered. "Even under sedation."

"That’s the point," I bit out. "They used a healing suppressant. I can smell it in his bloodstream—chemical, synthetic, something mixed with wolfsbane. Just enough to keep his system dormant while they..." I trailed off.

Cain finished it. "While they carved him up and waited for him to talk."

I nodded once, throat tight.

"He was never supposed to survive this long," I added. "Whatever they were doing in that room—they were buying time. Extracting what they could before the body gave out."

"They would g," Cain muttered darkly. "Blood markers. Testing thresholds. They were milking him like a lab rat."

I adjusted Kael’s weight in my arms, barely suppressing the snarl building in my chest. "And I barely got him back."

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