Thorn stood in the fading golden light, breath steady and eyes wide.
The air around him shimmered faintly with residual energy, the snow beneath his feet crackling where the power had scorched it.
He flexed his fingers again, then his new arm. The weight was right. The balance was perfect. And the power thrumming under his skin? Intoxicating.
And then it happened.
As if it was instinct, or like muscle memory he'd always had, the knowledge of how to use his Gift flowed into him.
Fusion wasn't just the name of the Gift. It was also the nature of the power.
His Divine Gift let him fuse things with himself. Physical things. Conceptual things. Abstract ideas. He didn't have to think about how. He just knew it could be done.
But there was a limit to it.
Charges.
Five in total. Right now, he could feel three in use.
