Following that, Aiwass extended his left hand forward.
It was an elegant and slow motion, as if inviting a dance partner.
Blue veins bulged on his left arm, and his reddened limb steamed with visible white vapor in the winter night.
As the almost translucent moonlight butterfly left the moonlight, the multiple overlapping butterfly shadows in the room also dissipated.
The butterfly circled around Aiwass's left hand and came to rest on the tip of his finger.
Aiwass felt a slight pain in his middle finger.
It must have bitten him.
Afterwards, the light mana within his body began to rapidly drain—until about fifteen units of mana had been sapped, the butterfly slowly ceased its extraction.
It seemed to sense that Aiwass belonged to the Path of Devotion, and thus it recognized him.
