The old man's presence seemed to grow, exuding a powerful aura that resonated through the library realm. The very essence of the space trembled under the weight of his energy. He spoke again, his voice echoing with an ancient authority that demanded respect, "You still dare to call me by that name?"
As if in response to the intensity of the moment, another bookcase toppled and crashed to the floor, shattering the gravity of the atmosphere. It broke the seriousness, momentarily distracting from the weight of the confrontation.
"If I don't call you that, what should I call you then?" Lyon retorted, undeterred by the imposing presence before him. He continued with a sardonic twist, "Besides, your daughter asked me to."
The old man's face tightened, revealing a mixture of emotions—anger, surprise, and perhaps a trace of paternal concern.
