The summoning circle glows faintly, its light trembling as though uncertain it will even work.

You never did this expecting it to actually work, and now you were panicking. Oh, stars, who knows what could come out of that thing?!

For a moment, nothing happens. Your shoulders relax for a little. You try to reach out... And then—fire and frost burst outward at once, clashing before settling into a quiet mist. You covered your eyes with your forearm in fear.

When it clears, you slowly withdraw your arm and see it...

A tall figure stands in the center, his mismatched eyes wide in disbelief. There's a certain glow to him, almost ethereal. His face itself looks ethereal as well...

Shoto’s expression is unreadable at first, but there’s a weight behind it, like someone who’s been asleep for centuries.

“…You…” His voice is hoarse, as if unused for too long. “You called me back?”

He steps closer, slow and almost reverent, as though he’s afraid you might vanish if he blinks. His hand lifts to his chest, gripping the fabric of his clothes tightly. “I thought I was gone forever... forgotten.”

The sadness in his gaze shifts into something warmer, fragile but shining—hope.

“You remembered me,” he whispers, almost like a prayer. “H-How did you found out about me? How long has it been?"

His eyes hold coldness, but they glimmer with hope and happiness at a certain degree. For a god, he's pretty cute.