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

Staring at a hundred Bloodkins, their crimson eyes pulsing with hunger and dark yearning, Kaelor remained still, unflinching. The scent of blood wafting from the rabbit would have driven lesser creatures into a frenzy, yet before his presence, they had no choice but to hold it in. His will shackled theirs.

"Never quench your thirst with the blood of my subjects," he said, his voice deep, deliberate, and firm. "Go into the forest and feed on any beast you lay your eyes on."

Kaelor raised his arm and pointed toward the dusky horizon, beyond the towering outer wall where the wilderness stretched in shadows. At his command, the Bloodkins began to stir, their wings stretching wide, membranes taut like obsidian sails.

Then, with a chorus of wingbeats, they soared skyward, blotting out the moon for a heartbeat as they surged toward the forest like a flock of monstrous birds.

As they flew off in disciplined waves, a presence emerged, Hound, striding out from the street below with four Guardsmen in tow. Their faces were tense, sabers already drawn from their scabbards, steel glinting in the dying light.

Upon seeing Kaelor, they halted and bowed their heads low in unison.

"Leave them," Kaelor commanded simply, his tone brooking no delay.

Without waiting for a response, his own wings erupted from his back with a sudden snap, vast and formidable, double the size of Mildred and Soren’s. Bone protrusions jutted from the upper ridges, gleaming like ivory blades.

With those wings unfurled, Kaelor looked both regal and nightmarish, an ancient predator reborn.

The moment he flapped them, a loud swoosh echoed through the street. Dust and pebbles burst outward as the wind lifted him clean off the ground. The Guardsmen shielded their faces with their arms, squinting behind their curved shields as he ascended with unnatural grace.

Mid-air, Kaelor’s body dispersed into swirling black mist, cold, eerie, and formless. In that shape, he traversed the skyline, vanishing from the inner town and sweeping into the wild canopy beyond the walls. The forest, shadowed and silent, awaited.

There, the mist coalesced once more, folding inward until Kaelor reformed, flesh, bone, and shadow. He landed softly between moss-covered roots, exhaling a sharp breath, the weight of his transformation catching up to him.