There was a sickening crunch as the Sage Lake Sect apprentice's hand started to ice up, his skin soon freezing into a dried blackness.

It was a sight of sheer horror, and the other Sage Lake Sect apprentices promptly backed away in fear.

"Urgh." Dahok groaned as he stirred, pushing himself up to his seat in the shrine.

"Ingrate!!!" he finally snapped after mumbling the word repeatedly before coughing another mouthful of black blood.

This time, everyone stayed well away, having learned their lesson.

Dahok wheezed even as the black blood iced up on the floor, finally able to speak again.

"Go!" he bellowed. "Take down that bastard Maron and bring him to me!"

traded glances, and

Frank barked, holding

nonetheless. "I haven't met you, sir, but I'm grateful that you saved

elders of your sect still serve

after a while. "Quinn, your phone please. Call

head. "Sir. My father is

Dahok's eyes widened in shock. "Was it that bastard

Quinn sighed miserably. "It was the

up again. "We shall make the Salazars pay when

Jorg, Frank glanced at Quinn quizzically while she borrowed a phone from

Zayas is the leader of our sect's cutthroat guild," she explained. "Don't worry—the sect shall serve the chief's will

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