Lincoln's gaze, sharp and assessing, traveled from Christopher's feet, up his form, and finally settled on his face. He then turned to his son.
"Is he the one?" Lincoln asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Leon, his complexion ashen, could only nod, his fear palpable.
"Hmm... I did not expect someone so young," Lincoln remarked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "The Skeleton King was a formidable beast, yet you felled it. Impressive, truly. However," his tone hardened, "impressive or not, you will still pay."
Christopher, a grin spreading across his face, met Lincoln's gaze. "Hehehe... I am Christopher Valhalla. When have I ever paid anyone?"
Lincoln's eyes narrowed. "I see my beasts' pressure has no effect on you. Very well, I will take you down personally." He began infusing his energy into his fist, the air around him shimmering with power.
"Master Christopher, run!" Monica cried out, her voice filled with desperation.
