e was born in the Skull Cave. His father held him proudly, and with great joy spoke one word to him: "Kit!" Thus the Twentieth welcomed to the world the baby destined to become the Twenty-First, the Phantom of our time. The very day he was born, the Twentieth engraved a headstone in the crypt, a promise made in granite to fulfill an ancient vow. The headstone said merely, "The Twenty-First." It stood in the crypt, ready, next to the headstone of the Twentieth, that was carved by his father before him.
Like all the Phantoms since the First's son, the Twenty-First was