"Did... Did this Beast just upgrade itself to the Mythical stage?!"
Lincoln asked, his voice laced with mild horror.
Monica and the Dean exchanged a bewildered glance, then turned their attention to Christopher.
'How powerful is this kid?' Monica pondered, her mind reeling.
"Stop asking questions..." Christopher took a deep breath, the air whistling as he exhaled. "Kill all these beasts." He commanded, his tone flat and absolute.
"Hahahaha!!!"
Lincoln's laughter echoed through the arena, a hollow, mocking sound.
"Who do you think you are?! Kill him!!" He ordered his dragons, but a chilling silence followed. He turned to them, his face twisting in confusion, only to see them trembling, their eyes wide with primal fear.
Before the humans, the two beasts beside Christopher appeared ordinary, but to the dragons, they were harbingers of death.
'Master! Run!' The largest dragon communicated telepathically, its voice a frantic plea.
