Arslan wrapped the heart in a parchment inscribed with the sigils for ‘Bovi,’ ‘Memoria,’ and ‘Fertilis’ Arslan, however, added another sigil that made each of the circles have a soft blue glow, ‘Servus.’

Estelletoria, Avelyn, and Mandilyn stood in the half-destroyed alchemist room watching Arslan perform the very acts that brought them to life. Avelyn leaned against the door frame crossing her arms and watching intently on the process, Mandilyn stood next to Estelletoria, who had found a seat on top of a broken and overturned table.

“This is how I was born?” Estelletoria asked, crossing her legs over the sides. Her curly blonde hair was crossing in front of her left eye. “It’s highly revolting.”

“It was so much worse when it was tree sap, trust me,” Mandilyn added. She shuddered at the thought of remembering the ‘dark’ ages where they had to work for their materials.

Arslan lowered the heart into a vat of freshly harvested honey. The golden liquid swallowed the organ without a single splash. Slowly the liquid was emitting its own light going in and out like it was breathing.

“Ah,” Arslan piped. The reaction wasn’t nearly as violently as it usually was. He put a thumb and finger to his chin. He stepped back from the concoction in between the two girls.

Mandilyn had dove behind some debris in preparation; she peeked out after a few seconds. Estelltoria looked over at the rabbit-woman. “What in the hell are you doing?” she asked.

Mandilyn looked at the bee-woman like she was crazy, “Protecting myself from the explosion, duh.”

“Darling,” Estelletoria emphasized, “What explosion?” The light from the experiment became incredibly blinding, and the entire room was brighter than it was outside for a minute.

Mandilyn poked her head out from her spot again, “Wasn’t exactly it, but that,” she answered.

“Interesting,” Arslan murmured.

Mandilyn sighed, “Just explain it already.”

Arslan frowned, “You know; you could show a little more enthusiasm,”

Mandilyn crossed her arms and leaned on him. “Its extremely obvious that you wanted to share your thoughts, so just do it.”

“Well, the honey we used to have was from Estelletoria’s original form, meaning it was pure, right?”

“I like to think it’s more-so now, darling,“ Estelletoria chimed in.

“I’m following,” Mandilyn answered.

“As Estelletoria said, it’s different now; it’s more accepting of the creation of chimeric genes.”

“That was fairly...simple,” Mandilyn said, amazed.

Arslan smiled then pulled out a dagger from underneath his robes. He turned towards Estelletoria. He fully remembered that this was her first time witnessing. “This is where the fun begins!”

“About time!” Avelyn said, stretching her arms. Her discipline in standing so incredibly still made her almost invisible. “I was getting so bored waiting.”

Arslan poured the contents on the ground. The golden sac oozed out with a thud when it hit the floor. It squirmed and thrashed about violently. Two sharp points danced around under the surface. Arslan nicked the sac, and instantly a head popped out, it had two white horns on the sides of her head, a pale round face with brown eyes, and straight white hair that only went down

She looked around dramatically and instantly smiled, “Hellooo!” She cheered.

Then a second head popped out. It was causing almost everyone to have a surprising reaction, except Arslan, who already pulled out a notebook to document the findings of the second birth. The second female looked almost exactly the other, except for the horns were a more yellowish color. Her skin pigment was more tan; she had defined muscles, unlike her sister. Her short brown hair had a more ‘wild’ nature about it.

Arslan mumbled, “I guess forced evolutions would cause a lasting effect.”

The brown-haired cow-girl -- the minotaur stood up, she rivaled Avelyn’s monstrous height, coming close to six-foot. With the blanket of honey off her body, her assets were on display for all to see.

Huge breasts. Most prominent in the room. They rivaled Estelletoria’s and Avelyn’s combined. Her hips were wide, and her thighs were thick. She looked around the room with a pissed of expression until she shouted, “Who the fuck was the one that kicked my udder!” while open palm gripping her breasts, her brown nipples peeking from in between her fingers.

Avelyn and Mandilyn looked at her and then squinted at each other, not saying another word. The least they wanted to do on the same day was fight another minotaur.

“I know It was fucking one of yah’s!” She shouted again.

Seemingly, Avelyn was already gone from the room, leaving Mandilyn alone with the minotaur, who was currently locking in on her target. “I uh, I’ll help you look for her!” Mandilyn pleaded, before taking off out of the room.

“Hey!” yelled the minotaur. She followed behind; her heavy footsteps could be heard heading down the hall and into the outside.

Estelletoria put her arms back and leaned back on the table. “Rambunctious one, isn’t she?” She chuckled, “I think I’ll like her.”

Meanwhile, her milky-skinned sister was lying over top of Arslan, her large breasts pressing against his chest. Her hands pushed his wrists down to the floor. Arslan attempted to move, but her strength was far too much.

The cow-girl took a deep breath and exhaled, “This is the master, huh? He’s kinda cute.”

Two thigh-high boot-like feet appeared in Arslan’s upside-down field of vision. Estelletoria kneeled, putting her face just a foot above his own. “That he is,” she agreed. She trailed a finger from the bottom of his face towards the top of his hood. She had the same lusty look.

Arslan winced in pain then blacked out. He found himself within the familiar white realm again, in front of him, the shadow woman. She wore a long black dress with a slit down the side. Her hands were behind her back, and she was smiling.

“It’s you again,” Arslan said, crossing his arms.

For a split second, the female disappeared and reappeared behind him, still smiling like she was hiding behind it. “I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

“I still can’t say I trust you, especially since the last time you gave me an ultimatum,” Arslan replied.

She disappeared again, reappeared to his front. “What? Didn’t you accept my apology?”

“Your apology?”

“You’re a smart guy. I thought you’d have long theorized what could and could not be fused.”

“Oh, that,” Arslan sat down on the white ground in the room of nothingness.

“I’ve told you before; my power is immense...Impossibility is just a word to me; reality is entirely subjective. I see something I want, and I make it happen.”

Arslan sighed, “I doubt I can get out of her on my own, so what do you want?”

“Nothing,” She said plainly.

“Excuse me,” Arslan said with a tinge of attitude in his voice. “Then why did you bring me here?”

“Taking the backseat isn’t all the fun around here; if I get too bored, I’ll just hijack your body, okay?”

“I can already tell, I can’t say no.”

The shadow woman showed her usual sinister smile. “I’ll come back when I’m satisfied.” She vanished, leaving Arslan behind.

Arslan’s several eye insignia began glowing gold; He was able to gain the strength to turn the situation around, where he was on top of the cow-girl with her hands pinned to the floor.

“H-huh,” The cow-girl gasped. There was a slight sound of cicada’s began echoing around the room.

Estelletoria’s eyes widened in surprise for a second, then she returned to her usual calm expression, “Oh, this is going to get interesting.