Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 498: Perfect
"Huh? Still alive? Interesting... I didn’t expect you to survive my Curse Detonation completely intact. Looks like you’ve got some fight in you after all. You might actually be a worthy opponent. But it doesn’t matter—none of you are leaving here alive!"
Vmmm!
Zzzzzzzzz...
BOOOOOOM!
In an instant, a deafening roar tore through the air as a massive surge of dark magic gathered once again in Velissa’s hands—this time, even more powerful than before.
"Seraphina! Let’s hit her together!" Ethan shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.
He summoned every ounce of strength in his body, and a towering phantom figure—like a giant—formed around him, pulsing with raw energy.
BAM!
Seraphina unleashed her full power too, her aura exploding outward as a colossal dragon-shaped spirit surged into existence behind her.
The air around them compressed—
Then expanded—
And finally—
ERUPTED!
A terrifying blast of energy shot forward as the two of them charged straight at Velissa, colliding head-on with the dark magic she had unleashed. The impact was so intense, it shattered most of the protective barrier surrounding Emerald Castle.
The shockwave exploded outward—
Zzzzzzzzz... Like the world itself was being torn apart.
Even though Velissa wasn’t quite as strong as Malenthia, the force she unleashed was just as devastating. And there was something strange about her—some kind of bizarre connection that kept feeding her power, nonstop.
Just like when they fought the Dark Sovereign’s avatar.
Ethan steadied his breath and quickly scanned the battlefield, trying to locate the dimensional rift that was channeling energy into her.
But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t find a single crack or weak point.
Meanwhile, the battle around them had reached a fever pitch. Both sides were going all out, fighting tooth and nail.
Ethan’s side had taken some heavy losses—but they’d taken down plenty of enemies too.
Then, out of nowhere, Cicero burst into the fray.
He caught Velissa off guard and charged in, slamming his fist straight into her.
CRACK!
The blow landed hard—Cicero’s power was no joke—and with Velissa unprepared, she took the full force of it.
The hit clearly did some damage. Her face flickered, parts of it starting to unravel, and she staggered back several steps.
Ethan’s eyes lit up. Could it be? Was she vulnerable to physical attacks, just like Ignarok?
He didn’t waste a second. In a flash, he was on her, fists flying like a storm, hammering down blow after blow.
Seraphina saw what was happening and dove in too, throwing herself into the assault without hesitation.
The three of them unleashed everything they had, focusing entirely on raw, physical power.
A blood-curdling scream tore through the sky as Velissa reeled from the onslaught, her body stumbling backward, her dark energy starting to unravel.
Seeing it was working, Ethan doubled down, his fists slamming even harder.
But then—
A monstrous surge of power exploded from Velissa’s body, blasting all three of them backward like rag dolls.
"I didn’t think you three had this many tricks up your sleeves," she snarled, her voice echoing with fury. "Too bad this isn’t deep inside the Dungeon—my body hasn’t fully materialized yet. But that won’t stop me from killing every last one of you today."
With a furious scream, she unleashed a violent burst of energy that swirled around her, forming a massive sphere of dark magic.
VMMM!
BOOOOOOM!
The sphere looked almost identical to the one the Dark Sovereign’s avatar had used before—though this one felt slightly less intense.
Still, the power radiating from it was more than Ethan could handle.
He instinctively took a step back, then hurled every last drop of his energy at it.
WHOOSH!
Cicero and Seraphina followed his lead, flinging their power wildly toward the sphere.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
Their attacks collided midair with Velissa’s sphere.
But this time, there was no massive explosion. No shockwave.
Just silence.
The two forces clashed in the sky, slowly grinding against each other, canceling each other out bit by bit.
"Oh no... my power—it’s fading?!"
Velissa’s face twisted in frustration and disbelief. After the brutal back-to-back clashes, her form was starting to unravel. The dark energy she was forcing together was visibly weakening.
Clearly, being outside the depths of the Dungeon was taking a toll on her. Her body wasn’t holding up well in the Emerald Castle’s environment.
"Perfect," Ethan muttered, eyes narrowing. "This is our chance!"
He didn’t hesitate. Spotting the opening, he immediately shouted, "All units—attack! Hit her with everything we’ve got!"
"No!" Velissa shrieked, her voice cracking with desperation.
She screamed in agony, reaching out with one trembling hand—like she was trying to grab something in midair.
"She’s trying to escape!" Cicero yelled. Without missing a beat, he shot toward her left flank and drove a brutal punch into her side.
WHAM!
The air vibrated with the force of the blow, and a barely visible spatial vortex shattered like glass.
Ethan’s eyes widened. So, the Dark Sovereign’s minions all had access to this kind of dimensional escape magic...
But there was no time to dwell on it. He surged forward, channeling every last drop of his strength into a final, devastating strike.
Velissa let out a piercing scream as her body began to disintegrate—fast. Her form broke apart before their eyes, dissolving into the air like smoke in the wind.
Ethan didn’t stop to celebrate. He immediately dove into the ranks of the armored demon soldiers, tearing through them like a storm.
These bastards were tough—no doubt about it. Even with Ethan, Cicero, and Seraphina fighting side by side, it took everything they had to bring them down.
DING!
"Congratulations, player Valkarion. You have slain Velissa the Rift-Witch. Rewards: +100,000 Dungeon Reputation, 20 billion gold, 2 million of each core resource, and 500 Tier-13 Legendary Units (random or specified)."
"Congratulations, player Valkarion. You have reached Level 78."
DING!
"Congratulations, player Valkarion. Your Hero Unit, Green Dragon Seraphina, has reached Level 80."
DING!
"Congratulations, player Valkarion. Your Hero Unit, Green Dragon Cicero, has reached Level 80."
DING!
"Congratulations, player Valkarion. You have slain 500 armored demon soldiers. Rewards: +100,000 Dungeon Reputation, 20 billion gold, 2 million of each core resource, and 500 Tier-13 Legendary Units (random or specified)."
Ethan’s heart pounded with excitement. The system had just doubled his rewards—meaning the armored demon soldiers were considered just as valuable as Velissa herself.
That said, it also proved just how insanely powerful those soldiers were.
But the battlefield was a mess. Bodies everywhere. His forces had taken heavy casualties. If he didn’t reinforce soon, Emerald Castle might not survive the next wave.
Thankfully, Seraphina and Cicero had both hit Level 80. Their stats and abilities had gotten a serious boost.
Then—rumble rumble rumble—a deep, thunderous sound echoed from the distance.
Ethan’s body tensed. If the Dungeon was sending another wave of troops now, Emerald Castle was screwed.
But then he saw who it was—and his heart eased.
It was Isaryne.
Relief washed over him. He immediately led a group to meet her.
Isaryne had been operating independently for a while now, managing several Creature Dwellings on her own. She was a powerhouse in her own right.
"Master, I’m sorry I’m late. What the hell happened here?" she asked, eyes scanning the wreckage.
Ethan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just smiled and clapped her on the shoulder.
"It’s fine. You’re here now—that’s what matters."
He quickly ushered her inside the battered remains of Emerald Castle.
The outer walls were in ruins. The recent battle had pushed the city’s defenses to the brink.
Isaryne’s expression darkened with guilt as she took in the destruction. If she’d arrived just a little earlier, maybe the castle wouldn’t have taken such a beating.
She clenched her fists. The delay on the road had cost them dearly—and she knew it.
...
