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!"

and Frank traded glances,

not!" Frank barked, holding

forced a smile nonetheless. "I haven't met you, sir,

the elders of your

though he turned to Quinn after a while. "Quinn, your phone please. Call Jorg Zayas and have him return. And your

her head. "Sir. My father

dead?!" Dahok's eyes widened in shock. "Was it

miserably. "It was the

flashing viciously when he looked up again. "We shall make

Frank glanced at Quinn quizzically while she borrowed a phone

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

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