My Fusion System: Fusing Weak Soldiers with Direwolves at the Start

While the Dreadclaws escorted Vi, still astride her mount, Kaelor walked at the rear beside Hound, his eyes fixed on the golden sphere in his hand.

From the remnants of the former Kaelor’s memories, he remembered: Acranists, those who wielded the arcane not with chant or scroll but with sheer will and precise signs, were terrifyingly powerful. The display Vi had unleashed, controlling air, fire, and ice in fluid motion, struck a chord deep within him.

She hadn’t even spoken. Just a flurry of near-invisible hand movements.

"She’s a powerful acranist then," he murmured.

"We could kill her," Hound said casually beside him. "Break that golden thing and be done with it."

Kaelor shook his head. "She’s not foolish. If it could be broken that easily, she wouldn’t have handed it over. It’s called an Oath Ball, unbreakable by force or spell. Only when both parties willingly reverse their oath will it shatter."

Hound blinked slowly. "Then where will she stay?"

Kaelor exhaled. He hadn’t considered that. There were no inns in a town barely the size of a large village.

"She’ll stay in the town head’s house."

"Should I fetch a healer for her wounds then?" Hound asked.

"Yes."