"So, here's it—if I keep using BloodSiphon blade, I won't get to break through. It'll absorb all the blood essence and leave me with none as long as that greedy soul lingers,' Lionel thought, his jaw tightening as he faced the brothers. Their laughter grated on him, a reminder of their shared mockery. 'Why did I forget about the common sword I got with the BloodSiphon… and that Blood Absorption skill? It was gifted to me when I tried crafting a sword.'
"No, it's not forgetfulness," he muttered under his breath, his gaze flickering between the men. "I thought it was for forging alone. Forgive me, I don't know a lot of things.."
Then, his eyes narrowed, and he squared his shoulders, his presence radiating quiet defiance. "If no one here will do the honor of landing a blow on me—assuming any of you even can—I'll take it as proof of your cowardice. Then, we'll be on our way."
