Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 340: Adonis Dies Here

Jon stirred awake in his bed. He found himself in a spacious chamber within the Left Sanctuary, constructed upon Pathan!

His elevated status had granted him this luxurious space. Life's hierarchy in the sanctuary differed vastly; individuals were judged purely by their value and dominance, determined by the power of their humanoid summon.

The hierarchy stood unmistakable.

Greater strength brought greater prestige. They nourished their summons with the finest resources and savored the best meals themselves. The weak toiled in service, labored endlessly for them, and yearned desperately to rise to their level.

Cain upheld this system with assurances that they too could ascend to superiority someday, and Jon served as a prime illustration.

Cain possessed the power to elevate anyone; he transformed worthless scraps into treasures, altered destinies with a mere flick of his fingers.

He convinced them of their uniqueness. The world mirrored the savage wilderness. Survival belonged to the strongest there, with humanity reigning at the pinnacle of the food chain.

Indeed, humans acted as deities to those beasts, and such was Cain's vow to the beast summoners.

Just as humans subjugated Earth's other creatures, they would conquer fellow summoners. Beast and plant summoners would dwindle to mere playthings, sustenance, or amusements.

Jon climbed out of bed and gazed at his wall. Every corner bore the carved names of Godfrey and Snow. A subtle smirk crossed Jon’s lips as memories of his vengeance against Snow’s family surfaced.

Drawn irresistibly to the wall like metal to a lodestone, he started etching a name with his finger.

’Godfrey!’

His eyes sparkled fiercely while inscribing the name.

"Once I’ve finished with Snow, you’re next," he snarled.

Snow remained his immediate prey—the frailer target. As he pursued Snow, he’d seize the chance to grow even mightier.

No longer the fool he once was. Godfrey was no pushover. Snow witnessed his exploits, knew his renowned titles, yet no peak stayed unclimbed forever.

Every ounce of shame inflicted upon him, he’d repay in full. Snow and Godfrey ought to tremble—Manhattan’s ruler hunted their lives!

Jon stepped back several paces, fixating on the freshly carved name. His summons, Rage and Obsession, had shattered the bounds of sane feelings, morphing him into a living furnace of fury toward his hit list and fixation on a woman beyond his grasp.

So what? When obsession twisted into insanity, death held no terror. Those with power seized their desires.

Jon clutched his face, fury blazing in his gaze. He recognized his transformation, yet retreat proved impossible. Thus, he’d aid Cain in toppling society, flourishing amid Cain’s dominion.

’Haha... Who’d have thought I despised Fanatics growing up? Godfrey isn’t one, yet here I am, one myself. What irony.’

Jon pounded his fist against the wall, his eyes flashing through the locks of hair veiling them.

"I suppose I can’t quit hating him. If this hatred fuels such power, I’ll keep despising until his head is mine."

****

’A full day has passed,’ Godfrey thought silently while standing before Snow’s room in the Pendragon mansion.

No one could contact him, Rowana included.

Everyone bore urgent duties. Lucy needed to head back, lest her cohort search for her, fearing peril. Neila kept pushing Isaac toward dungeon raids for their advancement.

Accustomed to apex status as a Demigod, superior even among peers, she found Earth’s chaos far more unstable than the arachnid realm.

Strengthening herself was essential.

Isolde needed to oversee her domain’s development, lest it slip from her grasp.

Yet they’d abandoned all to hunt Jon, though leads remained faint and his guilt unproven—still, he topped their suspect list.

Godfrey eyed the door. His knights patrolled outside, tackling dungeons while watching for Jon.

He stayed put to watch over Snow.

’He’s stayed utterly quiet. I anticipated fury, flames of revenge blazing... but he shattered. Utterly.’

With a heavy sigh, Godfrey pushed open the door. "Snow..." The bed lay empty upon his glance. Bathroom checked, he hurried back and noted the night wind fluttering the curtains.

Godfrey bolted to the window, flung wide. His sight locked onto the lake nearby.

’No way he—!’

Teeth gritted, he leaped from the window, sprinted to the lake, and dove in. Perhaps Snow had fled—that beat suicide by drowning.

Regrettably, Godfrey erred. At the lake’s depths lay Snow. He’d lingered long enough for drowning, yet his summon intervened.

Pure white hair, brows, and lashes adorned him. He rested on the lakebed, dark aura swirling from his form.

With telekinesis, Godfrey pulled Snow out of the lake and onto the nearby ground. As he surfaced, the man was coughing while his summon released the Possession state.

They must have been battling internally, since the summon normally controlled his body flawlessly. However, Snow's desire to perish conflicted with its instinct to preserve his life, trapping them in that deadlock.

Snow gazed at Godfrey. "I forgot I wasn’t alone when I chose silence. We both knew I wasn’t the killer, but Isolde was meant to stay hidden. Now I’ve shouldered the blame for you... my family’s gone. I don’t even know my emotions anymore."

He averted his eyes. "I can’t even end it all without my summon getting in the way."

Godfrey stayed quiet. Water trickled down his frame as he settled several meters from Snow, head bowed deeply.

"Even if I say I’m sorry, it won’t shift your feelings. Even if I promise to avenge your family, they won’t return. Still, Snow... I’m deeply sorry."

He faced Snow. "If there was any way to help, I’d seize it. If I could revive them, erase your agony, I would. But even I stand helpless against real death."

Unbeknownst to either, Isolde observed from the woods. Hidden behind a tree, she amplified her hearing to catch their exchange.

Snow remained silent for some time before murmuring, "I can’t feel a thing. No pain, no rage at the killer. I’m numb, and I’m unsure if I wish to change that."

He merely voiced his inner turmoil, ignoring Godfrey’s words.

"That numbness you describe is guilt," Godfrey whispered gently.

A heavy silence stretched between them for ages.

"What occurred when you lost Isolde? What emotions gripped you?"

Snow at last turned toward him.

"I laughed." Godfrey stared at his open palm, flexing and relaxing his fingers as he spoke calmly. "You know how extreme joy can bring tears, and crushing, disbelieving agony can spark laughter? I didn’t witness her body initially—just learned of it. I rejected the news, though deep down, I sensed its truth."

Godfrey breathed out steadily. "My thoughts froze. Tears welled up, but my mind rebelled. In truth, my heart accepted it. It grasped her absence right then, despite my mind’s denial."

He lifted his gaze to the pitch-black sky. "By the time I beheld her corpse, hope had already sparked within me." Godfrey recalled the mana fruit snatched from Arian’s garden.

"Had it failed, I’d have fallen far deeper than you. I’d have slaughtered endlessly. The beast inside would have broken free. Wrath defines me; my fury at such wrongs would shatter the justice I uphold. Flaws riddle me completely. Isolde, my parents, my comrades—they form the bars caging that beast."

Godfrey regarded Snow steadily.

"I’m no superior to you, Snow. Swap our upbringings, and I’d have fared far worse. Lose all as you have, and half the nation would drown in shadow."

His gaze sharpened. "We differ profoundly."

Isolde clasped her hand over her mouth, eyes trembling, as Snow stared mutely at Godfrey.

"I understand. There’s a secret I’ve withheld," Snow murmured. "I first triggered Possession battling a stone elemental titan in a dungeon. Ever since, I’ve relied on it heavily, yet each activation boosts my Symbiosis higher and higher. My summon develops a stronger personality too."

He straightened into a sitting position at last.

"Symbiosis caps at 50% for a purpose. Surpass it, and humanity slips away. I’m convinced at 100%, we transform into our primal beast."

He regarded Godfrey. "I’ll turn into the very monster we’ve battled our entire lives."

Godfrey’s eyes tightened. "So that’s why you refused further growth."

Snow gave a wry, bitter laugh. "It only delays the doom, doesn’t halt it. My summon evolves into another entity, a twisted mirror of myself. I fear my path as summoner reaches its end."

Before Godfrey could respond, a gleaming white gate materialized in front of Snow. Its radiant glow bathed them both.

"Snow..." Godfrey uttered, seeing him stand.

"This could be our final exchange..." Snow chuckled. "I’m exhausted, and I can’t halt my summon. Adonis perishes here. Perhaps this brings peace."

Snow stepped through the gate.

"This fulfills the mana tree’s desire, after all."