Sutton knelt on one knee, maintaining a position ready to spring up at any moment.
He held the blood sword in one hand, with the faint illusion of a rat appearing on the sword.
The flames started to burn, not externally, but within the sword, turning the longsword a glowing red.
At the same time, his eyes glowed brightly.
"Warrior, the blood sword in your hand, bestowed by Trent Marsh, represents responsibility and honor," Griffen Marsh said, with a hint of anger in his voice. "We are both members of the organization protecting our third brother. When you see me, you should address me as 'senior.' Yet, not only do you not address me as 'senior,' but you dare to strike at me."
"Heheheheh..." Sutton let out a chilling, eerie laugh.
Like an animal.
He was not human; how could he call a human 'senior'?
"Griffen Marsh..."
Sutton kept repeating the name.
It hadn't fully merged with his body yet, unable to fully unleash its power.
