Soulkins, after hatching, were usually simple. Their personalities were soft, still forming, limited mostly to fondness for their bonded.
The connection was new, undeveloped. It took time. Years of nurturing. Of training. Of building that bond.
But this Soulkin… had personality the instant it hatched. Will. Pride…
And even more than that, it had attempted a technique that should have been far beyond its reach.
Fusion.
The merging of kin and master. Soul and soul. A technique that demanded time, effort, and relentless devotion.
And yet, mere seconds after hatching, it was doing what most never achieved in decades.
Elderish's eyes sharpened as the white light began to dim, revealing Atticus, now standing, with a calmness that shouldn't exist.
His body had changed.
His entire body was pure white. It looked as though he were burning, his skin, his hair, all of it danced like living flame.
