Chapter 58: Kaelor’s Transformation
After fusing two bats with Mildred, she grew slightly paler, the fullness of her lips more prominent and crimson, as if kissed with blood. Her figure became even more slender with longer claws, pulsing crimson eyes and claws that seemed no different from nails but with an exaggerated length and durability.
Finally, facing the remaining seventeen bats, sixteen the largest of them all with the gray bat, Kaelor spoke softly, a whisper that not even Damien could hear.
"Fuse the rest with me."
[200FP for the gray bat + 160 for other black bats. 360FP deducted!]
Blue flames roared to life, lifting all seventeen giant bats, rotating them around Kaelor whose feet slowly left the ground before the fusion finally began.
It lasted much longer than the others that Mildred’s expression changed from anticipation to concern. Fear licked her face as she watched the flames die out, then roar back to life, only to be extinguished in the next instant.
The man standing in their midst wasn’t the same Kaelor, not in the slightest.
Towering at nearly a hundred and eight-six centimetres, his frame was a study in carved precision, broad-shouldered, lean-waisted, and corded with sinew as if a god had sculpted him from pale marble and set him loose upon the world.
His skin, drained of warmth, held a smooth, pallid sheen. Each muscle rippled beneath that pale canvas, forged like a predator’s body. But nothing commanded more fear, more reverence, than the wings.
Vast and alive, they unfurled behind him like a cathedral of dusk. Each wing stretched longer than his own body, jagged at the edges like torn parchment soaked in night. The membranes were a deep, midnight black. Bits of the membrane were frayed, like old silk that had weathered too many storms, yet the damage only gave them more menace, as if the very air cut away what dared to brush against them.