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.

"That's it! Give it to me!" "Alright, take it," Frank replied and threw the Hale Marrow

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

did, he found himself just inches away from

he realized he could not move his

he did not have hands as

make up three headless corpses still standing, one of which had a familiar

"Isn't that... me?"

the Birthright rank goon leader's final thought before his vision blacked out,

hold back at all against the

they were distracted by the Hale Marrow, he extended his palm, charging his pure

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