"System, fuse ten sheep."
[5 FP deducted.]
Ten sheep grazing at the edge of the herd jerked suddenly, flung toward each other by an invisible force. Blue flames, soft as a breeze yet brimming with unseen power, engulfed them in a swirl of light. The other sheep bleated and shifted, but the flames remained harmless, a controlled transformation.
Within seconds, where ten ordinary Bighorns once stood, a single creature now pawed at the grass. Roughly four feet tall, it had thicker, more spiraled horns that gleamed faintly like polished bronze. Along its back were stubby, diamond-shaped bone protrusions running down its spine, like natural armor forming rows. Its presence was calm but sturdier than its kin.
[You have successfully created the Mountain Uru, a rare sheep species that produces better-tasting milk and twice as much wool as a normal sheep.]
Kaelor narrowed his eyes. It was impressive, but not enough. Not yet.
"System… fuse one hundred."
[50 FP deducted.]
