Foolish

Lincoln roared loudly while Michael got up from the ground.

Lincoln had yet to sustain a serious injury, but something about him seemed to have changed. 

Michael recalled having heard Zeke shouting loudly, something about "Stop, Lincoln!", but he wasn't too sure about that.

Right now, Michael's mind was in a mess. His mental power and origin energy had been drained to the last drop, and he could barely stand on his feet. 

On the other hand, Lincoln's body kept expanding. He was already four meters tall and looked like a tiny Stone Giant. Inertia weighing down on Michael kept increasing as well, trying to force him down on his knees.

However, Michael didn't want to give up. He couldn't give up after coming so far.