Frank sighed. "Sif Lionheart is as despicable as she is... despotic.”

The Birthright rank goon leader paused visibly at the mention of Sif and snapped impatiently, "We have no relation to Ms. Lionheart. Hand over the Hale Marrow or die!"

"What, are you saying I'd live if I hand it over? Also, “Ms. Lionheart'?" Frank snorted in disdain. "You slipped up there, brother.”

Realizing that he had been tricked, the Birthright rank goon leader gave up on all pretenses.

"Go!" he bellowed, gesturing for his men to attack Frank.

"Wait, you wanted this, right?" Frank casually whipped out the Hale Marrow just then.

"Stop! Don't break the Hale Marrow!"

Some of the goons backed away when they saw it, afraid they would ruin it.

Frank, demanding, "That's it! Give it to me!" "Alright, take

were glued to the bright green sprout, while Frank sneered Turning into a blur, he appeared in front of the Birthright rank goon leader in the blink of an eye. "Huh?" The Birthright rank goon leader felt his body lighten even before he knew it,

inches away from the

crept in, as he realized he could

be precise, he realized he did not have hands as gravity pulled him downward, and

headless corpses still standing, one of

"Isn't that... me?"

the Birthright rank goon leader's final thought before his vision blacked out, and he all lost

back at all

were distracted by the Hale Marrow, he extended his palm, charging his pure vigor to enforce it into

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