Adonis stood before the mana tree, holding a fruit. He held it for a while, then a diagram flared up beside him.
A huge butterfly came out, and he stretched the fruit toward it. The butterfly swiftly devoured the fruit while Adonis kept looking at the mana tree.
Of all the questions he had for it, one lingered in his heart.
Why?
He turned and saw his butterfly had gained human form. It was just like him, just better-looking, with white hair, irises, eyebrows, eyelashes, and attractive pale skin.
Both of them looked at each other.
Then, the summon stretched out its hand. "I still have the memories of when you trained me," it said with a calm voice, one that seemed prepared for this long ago.
His summon had always been a part of him; it was a part of his soul made into a subservient being, but now…
"What happens when I take your hand?" Adonis asked, his eyes lowering to Snow, his summon's palm, outstretched.
"We become whole, and I take over," Snow replied.
