"It seems you don't know who you are messing with," Christopher said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he advanced.
"I am not your local student, nor some homeless, ignorant tamer. I am not some weakling, someone you can casually step on. I am Christopher Valhalla, the eldest son of the Valhalla clan, who have stood tall in Cordelia for over a hundred decades! Coming here and meddling with me is one thing... but threatening my family? That road leads to only one destination: a dead end."
He closed the distance in a single stride, his hands shooting out with startling speed, gripping both Lincoln and Leon by their necks.
"And I don't take threats lightly."
"Master Christopher! Please! Don't kill them!" The Dean pleaded, stepping forward, his face etched with concern.
"You... You! Do you think your family is strong?! If you kill me, my... my elder brother will come after you!" Lincoln choked out, his face turning a mottled purple.
