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.

Birthright rank goon leader promptly strode up at Frank, demanding, "That's it!

it," Frank replied and threw the Hale

goon's eyes were glued to the bright green sprout, while Frank

in front of the Birthright

body lighten even

from the Hale Marrow. "Haha... I'm reaching

in, as he realized he could

have hands as gravity pulled him downward, and the world around

vaguely make up three headless corpses still standing,

"Isn't that. me?"

final thought before his vision blacked out, and he all lost

back

the Hale Marrow, he extended his palm, charging his pure vigor to

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