Just as Christopher said those words, the air seemed to have thickened and the wind began to turn cold. It was seemingly getting darker at the same time as if Christopher's aura was eating everyone who was around him.
"Yes, what aren't you moving," one of the leaders of the gang said as he wondered why Christopher didn't even move a single inch after being hit with such a devastating attack.
"What is he talking about? He made contact with his target right? I mean he used his finisher move. Not many people in this entire world should be capable of withstanding it. I mean he's got to be playing a prank on us right?" the underlings of the gang leader began to ask while wondering if what the gang had said was true or if it was just a mere bluff of a joke.
However as the suspense continued to grow and everyone was left at the edge of their seat, the smoke finally cleared up to reveal the result which everyone had been regally awaiting.
"So tell me, how would you like to die?" Christopher asked the gang leader in the most confident tone possible which meant that he wasn't joking in the least. Murder was on Christopher's mind.
"Huh? This has to be a prank right? Come on, show us your unmatched power. You should be undefeated. There's no way a mere child could be capable of challenging you and living let alone this horrific sight which we are seeing in which he seems to be overpowering you," said one of the underlings as they began to beg to be reassured by their leader.
"Don't fret my people, this is nothing but a mere illusion. I wouldn't dare to ever lose in front of you," said the gang leader as he tried to pretend like he actually had a chance at defeating Christopher but that speech was short lived as Christopher didn't plan on wasting any time.
"Magma…overlap"
Although it had taken him a few seconds to come up with the other half of his move, Christopher finally decided on that name for what he was about to do.
Using his mad ability, Christopher was able to create several layers of magma which kept folding on top of each other as they began to compress and in turn create a prison constructed out of magma so that the leader of the gang could not escape. All while Christopher himself was also inside the ball of magma all while it continued to decrease in size. Due to this, the gang leader began to panic as he didn't want to die while slowly being burned alive by magma.
"Please let me go. I admit defeat pleasee I don't want to die like this. Please kill me any other way, just not like this," the gang leader began to plead as he was willing to do anything in his power to get a chance to escape that horrible fate that he didn't want to fall into.
"How unfortunate. I guess you'll for once understand that people don't have a choice in everything. Sometimes, those who are more powerful than them get to make the decisions," said Christopher with a new light in his eyes. Even while speaking, he realised who he resembled. That being Crimson. In the very moments he killed Christopher's mother he had a look inside his eyes. Those which told Christopher to work harder. Harder than he ever had. To the point where his body would begin to crumble. All in the hopes of defeating Crimson one day.
Nevertheless, Christopher allowed his magma to continue to compress and swallow the gang leader whole while using his skin then his bones until there was nothing left. He was completely melted into nothingness.
Everyone who had seen this seemed to have been utterly disgusted as they were forced to watch as either the leader of their enemy of their leader himself was tortured and killed right infront of their eyes which made everyone sick to their stomach. Well everyone except Christopher. He looked to have been completely absorbed by the concept of killing. Even though he had just killed a man right in front of his eyes, that still wasn't enough for him. Christopher sought more. He needed more.
After seeing the leader of the gang get killed as if he was nothing but a mere insect, Christopher began to get charged at from all sides by people trying to get revenge for their fallen comrade or enemy. It didn't matter if he was their enemy, what Christopher did was absolutely wrong in their eyes and he needed to pay for his crimes.
All around him, Christopher could only hear the screams of everyone as they charged at him as if they were yelling out a war chant.
"So loud. Why is it so loud yet so quiet? I feel like my ears are going to burst from all this yelling and I can hear my own breathing and the sound of my heart pounding. Everything. It's so perfect," said Christopher as his eyes opened wide as if he had made a realisation. The moment was perfect to let everything out. All his pent up anger and stress. He planned on letting out all of it all in one attack.
"The fire that doesn't get tired of eating!" Christopher yelled out as he announced his new move. It was one which combined both magma and fire to create an umbrella-like structure which covered everyone from both gangs before falling on them like a blanket and burning them all to death.
"It's so warm. My fire mixed with blood. All those poor souls were eaten. Yet, my fire wishes to eat more," Christopher whispered to himself before something happened.
Christopher had been ignoring his mental status as he needed to so that he could accomplish his goals but that was a bad plan as his brain couldn't handle it anymore and finally cracked.
"I need to take another life. My fire still wishes to eat. It's not enough. IT'S NOT ENOUGH!" Christopher yelled out as his eyes turned completely white like a zombie.