Haru collapsed onto the ground and lay back, gasping for breath. ”The old me must have been a damn idiot for accepting this mission.”Arthur chuckled. “For the record, I like this new version of you a lot more.”He sat down beside the mind mage. While he wasn’t exhausted like the man, the fight hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park either. Iris, as fastidious as ever, walked around and collected all the monster corpses in her storage ring. Unlike the foragers they’d faced before, these voidlings actually possessed useful parts.Unfortunately, there wasn’t much left of the one he’d thrown his spear through, just the legs from the knees down. Iris collected those, too. She dragged Rhysen and his squad’s corpses over. The water mage’s head had been completely destroyed, but the others had relatively intact skulls. Haru immediately realised what was expected of him. He started with Rhysen’s corpse. Arthur watched the process in fascination. Purple ether poured from Haru’s fingertips and squeezed past Rhysen’s eyeballs into his skull. The entire process took less than a minute. Haru let go of the man’s skull and sighed. “Heather Stone hired them.”It took Arthur a few seconds to place the name. She was a dwarf and the vice leader of their fellow hunters' team. The dwarf was also a traitor and had been accompanying the Harvester when he’d killed Maru. Haru quickly went through the other corpses' memories, but he didn’t learn anything new. By the end of the process, the mind mage was swaying listlessly, his eyes vacant.“It’s a common side effect of memory diving,” Iris explained, “there's only so many minds you can plunge through before you risk damaging your own sense of self. He’s got a perfect affinity, though, so his recovery time should be significantly faster than a normal mind mage’s.”True to her predictions, Haru quickly returned to himself. He twisted to the side and heaved, vomiting onto the grass. Arthur (...)