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.

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

eyes 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

inches away from the Hale Marrow. "Haha... I'm reaching it! I'm

was when fear crept in, as he realized he

precise, he realized he did not have hands as gravity pulled him downward, and the world around

three headless corpses still standing, one of which

"Isn't that... me?"

before his

hold back at all against

his palm, charging his pure vigor

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