My Fusion System: Fusing Weak Soldiers with Direwolves at the Start
Chapter 62: Willspring Well

Chapter 62: Willspring Well

As Kaelor came closer, the townspeople instinctively stepped back. Something in the way he moved, the deliberate pace, the calm certainty in his gaze, spoke loudly of another miracle.

Whispers spread through the crowd like ripples on water. They knew. He was about to use his ’arcane powers.’ And so, without needing to be told, they distanced themselves from the well, dropping their full or empty wooden buckets with soft clunks and thuds upon the dirt.

Men hushed their chatter. Mothers gripped their children’s hands a little tighter. Everyone turned to watch.

Kaelor paused at the edge of the old stone well. He stared into its depths, eyes narrowing. The water was low, barely reflecting any light. Mildred, it seemed, had done more than he realized. The water he drank, so clean, so clear, had been purified by her magic. Her spells focused on care and sanctity, woven into the daily rhythm of her work.

Her spells didn’t blaze or dazzle, but they protected, nourished, nurtured. No wonder such maids were highly sought after across the land.

’Bad water could make them fall sick,’ Kaelor thought, lips tightening. ’It’s a miracle none of them have fallen ill yet... but I won’t tempt fate. Not with children in the village.’

’Fuse with the crystal.’

[100 FP deducted!]

Kaelor grimaced as a subtle jolt passed through his chest. His Focus Points dropped from a thousand three hundred to a thousand two hundred. It wasn’t a terrible cost, but the number still made his jaw twitch. Every FP mattered. Especially now.

The water in the well began to churn, bubbling from below as if something ancient had awakened. A low hum, faint and melodic, filled the air like a whispered lullaby.

There was no flame this time. No heat or fire to dazzle the eye. Instead, a shimmering blue curtain of light descended in a slow, graceful fall around the well, veiling it from sight. It hovered like a waterfall made of pure arcane essence, soft and mesmerizing.

Gasps escaped the crowd.

Within that veil, a brilliance erupted.

A resplendent blue light burst forth, glowing with such intensity it cast glimmers across the dirt, the faces, the very air around them. It pulsed and twisted, dancing within the curtain like a living thing. For a moment, it seemed as though the light might break free entirely, piercing through the veil and flooding the village square.

Then, as swiftly as it had appeared, the curtain faded, vanishing like morning mist beneath the sun.

The well appeared. Unlike any common well, its circular base was constructed from large, sapphire-blue stones, each one slightly translucent, catching the sunlight and scattering soft blue glimmers across the dry earth below. The stones were smooth, but not polished, weathered by time, yet refusing to dull their radiant hue.

Rising from this crystal foundation were four arched columns, not of wood, but of stone shaped like timber, a masterwork of craftsmanship.

Each beam bore the familiar grainy texture and notches of hewn wood, but the surface shimmered with veins of deep cobalt and aquamarine, like living rock that had once flowed with water itself.

Even the crankshaft and bucket system, normally wooden, had been forged from this same enchanted material.

Above, the roof remained humble and familiar, a weathered thatch of straw and bark, rustling gently in the breeze. Its earthly tone contrasted the crystalline blues below, grounding the well in the backwater world it fed.

[You have successfully created a 100 feet deep Willspring Well, an outstanding marvel lost to time. The water of the Willspring Well is unnaturally pure, richly nourished with mana that not only restores stamina but also gives a sense of satisfaction once taken. It senses the will of those willing to fetch from it and draws water for them.]

Kaelor looked into the well, his eyes reflecting the crystalline brilliance of the water within. The liquid shimmered like a pool of stars, serene yet pulsing enticingly. "I need a cu—!" He couldn’t finish his sentence as a little girl, no older than seven, dashed forward with a wooden cup clutched tightly in her small hands.

They were already waiting.

Kaelor accepted the cup with a slight nod, his gaze briefly meeting the girl’s wide, gleaming eyes before dipping the cup into the almost full well. The water flowed up like silk, clear as sky-glass, and as it ran down his throat, it was like swallowing pure life. His veins sang with relief. Every muscle unwound. Every ache, every fatigue dissolved into nothingness.

Even when he brought the cup down, his eyes remained closed, caught in the embrace of that lingering sensation, cool, revitalizing.

’Wow. Just wow.’

Kaelor nodded slowly, like a man who had tasted the finest delicacy in his lifetime, something far beyond earthly cuisine. Around him, the townsfolk watched with bated breath. Some clutched their shirts. Others licked their lips unconsciously.

The tension in the air swelled.

They had seen Kaelor rage in battle. They had seen him wield a flaming longsword and teach the fearsome Guardsmen. But this, this was different. His face held peace.

And that made them gulp in awe and rising agitation.

Kaelor caught sight of Vi from the corner of his eye, so he filled the cup once more and quietly stepped back from the well’s edge. "Go ahead," he said, his voice calm but firm, granting the townsfolk permission.

The reaction was instant.

With joyous shouts and gasps, they surged forward like a tide. Some cupped their hands with reverence, others dipped buckets with frantic speed. Many drank straight from the stream as it flowed into their containers. Groans of delight echoed across the square, followed by exclamations of disbelief.

One man dropped to his knees, his palms lifted to the sky. A woman cradled a wooden bowl like it held sacred wine, tears welling in her eyes as she drank. Children danced around the well, giggling as they splashed droplets from their buckets on each other.

Fear sparked in others, the fear that such a miracle might vanish as quickly as it came. They rushed to fill every bucket, gourd, and vessel in sight. Water sloshed and spilled, but no one dared to leave with half measures.

Amid the joyful chaos, Kaelor approached Vi, his boots crunching softly on the earth. He extended the cup toward her without a word. Vi accepted it, her expression guarded at first. She tilted the cup slightly, staring into the clear surface of the water. Her silver lashes caught the light as she blinked once, then again.

With a small sip, her eyes widened, and something in her poised demeanor shifted.

She gulped down the rest in one smooth motion, lowering the cup slowly, her gaze fixed back on the well as though seeing it anew. "This is incredible," she whispered, breathless with awe. The way her lips parted, the subtle rise of her chest, and the gleam in her eyes, all of it held the men watching her in a stunned silence.

Kaelor didn’t share their reaction. His focus was elsewhere, on the wooden blade she held.

"Are you going to hold that like an artifact all day?" he asked, already turning toward the exit of the inner wall.

Vi rolled her eyes with the ease of someone who’d done it many times before. "I went to learn from Hound before the farmers disrupted my session," she replied, the cup still cradled loosely in her fingers before the same child came and took it.

"From Hound? Why didn’t you ask me?" Kaelor tilted his head slightly, a teasing edge in his tone.

Vi smirked, brushing her silver hair behind one ear. "How good are you to teach someone who’s close to peak-level Adept rank?" she quipped, her voice lilting with challenge.