‘Hug!’

A warm will, like the comforting embrace Hug Reaper loved, wrapped around my consciousness.

In that moment, the fusion with the Bleached Reaper began.

Like two droplets of water merging, our existences naturally blended together.

As the fusion completed, change was immediately felt.

‘Ma!’

As the Bleached Reaper’s will echoed inside me, the red aura of mental contamination that had enveloped me slowly dissipated, like the morning fog lifting.

I was able to regain control over my half-body, which had been moving against my will.

‘So this is immunity to mental contamination.’

My resistance to mental contamination had been …