Med'an seemed completely unaware.
But Merry noticed.
Merry's heart nearly leaped out of his chest... though he might not actually have had a heart.
Med'an was his student, a child he had raised from infancy, dearer to him than his own child.
After learning of Med'an's origins, Merry had become even more devoted to the grandson of his most outstanding student.
Put it this way: 2,800 long years had left Merry numb to everything. Med'an alone was the person he could least bear to lose, the greatest proof that he still possessed humanity, and his greatest weakness.
He absolutely could not let Med'an be hurt. Absolutely not!
There was no time for Merry to cast a spell to stop Kathranatir. He threw his own body in front of Med'an.
Kathranatir had never expected Merry to shield Med'an at that moment. He plunged headlong into Merry's body.
Merry's body was unique, neither that of a living human nor that of an ordinary undead. It contained Arcane Magic energy, death magic energy, shadow magic energy, and evil magic energy.
A tangled web of magical energies filled his body.
The flesh was a vessel for magical energy and a vessel for the soul, but it was also the soul's prison.
When Kathranatir entered Merry's body, he entered a prison he had never imagined.
The Dreadlord's soul shared a body with Merry's soul, and the struggle began.
In principle, Dreadlords were masters at manipulating souls, and Kathranatir was one of their higher-ranking members. His soul was even stronger than Merry's, which had endured for three thousand years.
But that was only in theory.
After 2,600 years of exile in the void, Kathranatir had become incredibly weak, and his soul was no longer as powerful as before. There was also the question of compatibility between