Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 792: The Earthmother’s Wrath
Ethan fought to steady himself.
As Feylora poured every last drop of her energy into his Battle Mech, a surge of raw power exploded through him. It hit like a tidal wave—violent, unstoppable. He could feel her strength reaching its absolute limit, teetering on the edge of collapse.
The Mech roared to life, energy bursting from its frame in a blinding arc. In the sky above, that power coalesced into a massive, otherworldly silhouette—an enormous dragon, shimmering and unreal, yet terrifyingly present. With a thunderous cry, it lunged toward the girl.
This was it. Ethan’s strongest move. If this didn’t work—if even this couldn’t bring her down—then he had nothing left.
Boom.
A deafening shockwave tore through the sky, the air itself rippling from the force.
But the girl didn’t flinch.
Her expression remained eerily calm, untouched by fear. Instead, a deeper, more brutal power erupted from within her. In an instant, a dense spatial barrier formed around her, thick and impenetrable.
The dragon’s impact—enough to level cities—slammed into the shield.
And barely left a ripple.
It was like trying to punch through the ocean with a feather.
Then she moved.
Gathering her energy again, she raised her hands and summoned a massive bow, its limbs crackling with force. Her eyes locked onto Ethan—cold, merciless. She drew the string.
The arrow she loosed carried a crushing pressure, like the weight of a collapsing star.
Ethan clenched his jaw. His heart skipped.
He could feel it coming.
He yanked open his system interface, frantically scanning her data panel. Weaknesses, vulnerabilities—anything.
Nothing.
No cracks. No flaws. No way in.
Just as panic began to creep in, the battlefield shifted.
A new presence surged onto the field—powerful, unmistakable.
A storm of pink energy swept across the sky, wild and electric.
Ethan’s eyes snapped wide.
Charging into the fray was none other than the Desert Queen—Kaelira.
Kaelira, the legend. The one whose strength had once silenced entire warfronts. Her power now was even greater than before, her Tier elevated beyond anything Ethan had seen.
And yet, even she looked strained facing this girl.
Ethan started forward, ready to intervene—but Kaelira was already airborne, hovering above the girl like a thundercloud ready to break.
Her power detonated.
She descended in a flash, drawing in streams of violet-pink energy from a rift in space that had torn open above them. The energy poured into her, endless and wild.
It was the same energy that pulsed through her veins—familiar, resonant. In the air, it twisted and wove around her, merging with her aura like threads in a storm-tossed tapestry.
Ethan’s heart kicked into overdrive.
Kaelira was absorbing the energy—actually absorbing it. Not resisting, not shielding against it. Drawing it in like it belonged to her.
"No way!" the girl snapped, her composure cracking for the first time.
She hadn’t expected this. Not even close.
Kaelira wasn’t just enduring the power she’d brought from another world—she was taking it in effortlessly, like it was made for her. That realization hit the girl like a slap. Her calm shattered.
Panic flickered in her eyes.
That energy—she’d gone through hell to bring it here, tearing it from the fabric of a foreign dimension. It was hers. And now it was slipping away, flowing into someone else like water through open hands.
She didn’t have time to think.
With a shrill, inhuman scream, she unleashed a sonic blast, thick with destructive force. The sound tore through the air like a blade, a storm of vibration and fury aimed straight at Kaelira.
But Kaelira didn’t even blink.
She raised a single finger.
The energy around her surged, folding inward like a tide pulled by the moon. In an instant, it wrapped around the girl, locking her in place.
The pressure was suffocating.
The girl struggled, but the force held fast—unyielding, absolute.
"No! This power is unique! I’m the only one who can control it in this world—how are you using it too?!"
Her voice cracked with disbelief, her breathing ragged. She clawed at her own energy, trying to summon more, to break free.
Desperation twisted her features as she conjured another bow in midair, its form flickering with unstable light.
But when she reached for the string—nothing.
Her fingers trembled. The bow refused to obey.
It was dead weight in her hands.
"That bow you’re trying to use," Kaelira said, her voice cool and edged with mockery, "is called the Sunstrider Bow. Only those with immense willpower and mental focus can draw it. Brute strength might get you one shot—if you’re lucky."
She reached into her cloak and pulled out a small, pink orb.
Without hesitation, she hurled it.
The moment it left her hand, the air warped around it. The power it radiated was staggering—Ethan had felt it before, and even now, it made his skin crawl.
But the girl didn’t flinch.
She stepped forward, eyes blazing, and shattered her own bow with a single motion. The fragments spun in the air, then fused into a massive sphere of raw energy.
She hurled it straight at Kaelira.
Boom.
The two forces collided midair.
The sky convulsed. Space itself seemed to ripple. Shockwaves tore through the battlefield, scattering debris and light like a hurricane of stars.
BOOM.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM.
Then—something strange.
After the chaos, a pause. A breath.
And then the energy began to shift.
Instead of dispersing, it turned—drawn toward Kaelira like iron filings to a magnet. It poured into her, steady and relentless.
The air around her shimmered, warping with heat and power.
And Kaelira—Kaelira was changing.
Her strength was rising fast, like a dam breaking inside her.
Ethan watched it all unfold, wide-eyed and breathless.
His pulse thundered in his ears.
Kaelira’s power was climbing—fast. He could feel it, see it in the way the air bent around her, in the way the girl’s expression had shifted from icy confidence to something closer to alarm.
She was catching up.
The balance of the fight had just tilted, hard.
Ethan had never imagined Kaelira could tap into that kind of energy, let alone wield it so naturally. But now? Now it looked like she might actually have a shot at taking the girl down.
Maybe—just maybe—this was winnable.
He pulled up the system interface, fingers flying across the controls, and brought up the girl’s profile.
Three... thousand... years?
No—thirty thousand.
His eyes narrowed.
And she had a title: the Earthmother.
Cryptic. Ominous. But Ethan didn’t waste time pondering the lore. He didn’t care what ancient name she went by or how long she’d been around. None of that mattered if she could be killed.
He slipped out of the Battle Mech in a blink, moving to the edge of the battlefield. He needed a better vantage point—and some distance. The Mech was powerful, but in a clash like this, it was a tin can in a lightning storm.
The fight had gone full tilt now.
No more finesse. No more strategy.
Just raw, brutal power.
The air was thick with it—shockwaves rippling in every direction, distorting the light, shaking the ground.
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