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“Sage, it's dangerous...!”

I ignored Sharon's warning and stepped forward.

It was admirable that she wanted to protect me, but that was the bones—the backbone—my company needed.

I had to harvest it.

“It's fine. That thing already died once anyway.”

“But, Sage...!”

Sharon made a dumbfounded face at my casual answer.

Meanwhile, the Bone Dragon finished assembling itself and stretched its body once more to loosen up.

Cracking sounds rang out from every joint.

The crimson light in its empty eye sockets turned toward us...