Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 793: A Flicker of Light

Ethan could feel it—every tremor of energy rippling through the air like the shudder of a world on the brink.

The sheer force unleashed by the clash ahead was enough to obliterate anything caught in its path.

He didn't dare get closer.

All he could do was watch from a safe distance, heart pounding, knowing that stepping into that storm meant certain death.

Time blurred. Seconds, minutes—he couldn't tell how long he stood there, eyes locked on the battle raging above.

Then, finally, a shift.

Kaelira and the Earthmother had been locked in a brutal stalemate, but now the tide was turning.

It was clear: the Earthmother couldn't command the strange celestial energy overhead the way Kaelira could. That gap in control was costing her—badly.

Kaelira wasn't just powerful. She was cunning.

Somehow, she'd found a way to not only absorb the energy from the sky, but to siphon the Earthmother's own power—ripping it from her body and twisting it into her own.

The sight left everyone stunned.

No one had expected the battle to flip so violently, so suddenly.

And then—

The Earthmother moved.

Without warning, she thrust a hand into her own chest.

Fingers plunged deep, and with a wrenching motion, she tore out a dark purple orb, pulsing with raw, malevolent energy.

"BOOM!"

A wave of annihilation exploded from the orb, a shockwave of destruction that swallowed the battlefield in an instant.

The air turned electric. The ground trembled. Anyone nearby staggered back, faces pale, bodies trembling under the weight of that terrible power.

Ethan saw his chance.

In a blur, he darted forward—silent, precise.

No hesitation.

He gathered every ounce of his strength, channeled it into his palm, and drove it hard into the Earthmother's lower back.

"Die already!"

CRACK—

The impact echoed like thunder across the battlefield.

"AAAHHH!!"

The girl's scream tore through the air, high and sharp.

Her body crumpled midair, like a kite with its string cut, and slammed into the ground with a bone-jarring thud. Dust exploded around her. Silence followed.

But Kaelira wasn't finished.

Her eyes burned like twin suns, and the fury in her aura surged outward, wild and unrelenting.

A tidal wave of energy swept across the battlefield, swallowing everything in its path.

She didn't hesitate—she wrapped the Earthmother in it completely, sealing her in a cocoon of raw power.

"You've lived in this world for tens of thousands of years," Kaelira's voice rang out, sharp and cold, carried on the pulse of energy. "And you still don't understand how this works?"

There was a mocking lilt to her tone, a cruel smile behind the words.

"When your Elderwood Dominion invaded other nations, I don't recall you stepping in to stop it. Not once."

"And now, after your soldiers die doing the same thing, you want us to pay the price?"

She scoffed.

"No. The one who should pay—is you."

Her voice cracked like a whip, full of ruthless conviction.

The Earthmother flinched. The words hit harder than any blow.

A chill raced down her spine, paralyzing.

Before she could react, Kaelira's power surged again—this time, a flood of force that slammed into her like a collapsing mountain.

But the girl's body was tougher than it looked.

Even under that crushing assault, she didn't break.

She was wounded, yes—bloodied and battered—but not destroyed.

Her body still pulsed with that eerie, stubborn vitality.

She wasn't done yet.

At that moment, Ethan unleashed his own power.

From within his Battle Mech, a razor-sharp Energy Disc shot out—sleek, fast, and deadly. It sliced through the air like a guillotine and struck the Earthmother's arm with brutal precision.

In a blink, her arm was severed, torn clean from her body.

Kaelira didn't miss a beat.

She followed up instantly, hurling a massive sphere of energy from above. It plummeted like a meteor and slammed straight into the Earthmother's abdomen.

The two of them moved in perfect sync—strike after strike, relentless and merciless.

They tore her apart.

Her body shattered under the onslaught, limbs and flesh scattering like broken stone. Even her soul couldn't withstand it. It cracked, splintered, and finally dissolved into nothing.

The battlefield fell still.

The smoke of war began to lift, revealing the battered remnants of the three allied forces—Sol'Rakka, Emerald Castle, and Kormaldor. Exhaustion hung over them like a heavy fog. They had poured everything into this fight.

But no matter how drained they were, the sight of their enemy—this ancient, godlike being—lying in ruins stirred something deep in their chests.

Pride. Triumph. Awe.

They had done the impossible.

For all three factions, this was a resounding victory. But none more so than Emerald Castle. Their troops had led the charge, taken the brunt of the assault, and reaped the richest rewards.

Many of their soldiers had leapt entire tiers in power. Some had even undergone full racial evolutions, their bodies and abilities transformed by the intensity of battle.

And yet, as the others celebrated, Kaelira stood beside the Earthmother's broken corpse, her expression clouded with confusion.

She didn't understand.

How had she been able to absorb the power the Earthmother had summoned? Not just absorb it—consume it completely, as if it had always belonged to her.

Ethan, catching his breath, walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder.

His voice was calm, with a hint of dry humor. "Your Majesty, you alright? We've won. The war's over. Time to enjoy the spoils."

He gestured toward the battlefield. "Sol'Rakka gets first pick."

Kaelira blinked, as if waking from a trance.

She reached into her robes and pulled out a small orb, pressing it into Ethan's hand.

"I used to believe," she said quietly, "that if I became strong enough, I could protect all of Sol'Rakka on my own."

She looked up at him, eyes steady, voice firm.

"But now I understand… one person's strength doesn't make a nation strong."

A flicker of resolve lit her gaze.

"Sol'Rakka must become a true empire. Only then will outsiders think twice before invading us again." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Ethan froze, caught off guard.

He hadn't expected that. Not from her.

He opened his mouth, unsure what to say—but before he could speak, Kaelira stepped forward.

And dropped to one knee.

She bowed her head low, her voice unwavering.

"From this moment on, you are the master of Sol'Rakka. Every soldier under my command is yours to lead."

Her words rang with absolute conviction.

No hesitation. No doubt.

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