Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 794: The Crown That Was Never Mine

Ethan stood frozen.

He hadn't seen this coming—not even close.

Kaelira, regal and composed, was offering him Sol'Rakka. Just like that. No conditions. No strings.

"Your Majesty… are you sure?" he asked, voice edged with disbelief. "You're handing over a nation this powerful… just like that?"

Kaelira nodded, her gaze unwavering. "This war taught me a lot. Sol'Rakka needs a true master now—someone strong enough to lead it forward. That person is you."

Ethan's breath caught.

Sure, taking Sol'Rakka had always been part of the plan. But this? This was too clean, too sudden. He hadn't expected Kaelira to surrender her kingdom with such clarity, such finality.

And yet, here he was—standing at the edge of something far bigger than he'd imagined.

After the war, not only had he helped the Emerald Castle forces ascend to a higher Tier, he'd also absorbed both Sol'Rakka and Kormaldor into his fold. That alone gave him the foundation for an empire—one with reach, muscle, and momentum.

But what truly stunned him was Kormaldor.

The place was a treasure trove of advanced tech—cutting-edge weaponry, energy systems, materials he couldn't even name. If he could harness that technology, his army wouldn't just grow stronger—it would evolve into something the world had never seen.

…

Once the battlefield had quieted and the smoke cleared, Ethan didn't linger among the ruins.

He summoned the system interface, fingers gliding across the glowing screen. Three world schematics unfolded before him—Sol'Rakka, Kormaldor, and his own Emerald Castle.

Under his command, the massive landmasses began to shift, drawn by invisible threads of power. Like drifting continents in the sky, they moved closer, closer—

Until, with a deep, resonant boom—

They locked into place, edges fusing seamlessly with Emerald Castle's borders.

Three realms, now one.

The new territory stretched farther than ever before, and the flow of power surged through it like a living current.

Ethan wasted no time. He issued orders to restructure the combined armies.

Kormaldor's troops lined up in perfect formation, their strength rooted in mechanized armor and tech-enhanced combat. After a moment's thought, Ethan designated them as a separate corps—an elite mechanized division.

He carved out a dedicated research zone for them, stocked with salvaged parts from the Sky Fortress, energy cores, and strange metals that defied classification.

The Kormaldor engineers practically sprinted in, trembling with excitement, like birds finally finding their nest.

As for the physically gifted, iron-willed warriors among them—Ethan handpicked those himself, assigning them to the Emerald Castle's main force.

Sol'Rakka was a different story.

After fighting side by side in the blood-soaked trenches, their soldiers and Ethan's had forged a bond—brothers-in-arms, tested and tempered. And with Kaelira stepping down and handing over command, the integration went smoother than he could've hoped. No friction. No resistance.

…

Once the dust settled and the new order took shape, Ethan turned to his next goal:

Rebuilding the Emerald Castle's capital.

The old stronghold had served its purpose—sturdy, reliable—but compared to the vast, unified realm he now ruled, it felt small. Cramped. Outdated.

Now, he had the combined might of three worlds, the wreckage of the Sky Fortress, and a near-limitless supply of energy at his fingertips.

The capital needed to reflect that power.

So he planted energy pylons across the land, each one humming with raw potential, guiding the laws of the world to weave themselves anew.

Rumbles echoed through the earth—deep, primal.

The ground trembled, as if some ancient beast beneath the surface had begun to stir.

Out on the wild plains beyond the capital, a streak of pink tore through the air like a blade of wind.

Kaelira stood atop a craggy hill, surrounded by shattered stone and the twitching remains of high-tier beasts. With a flick of her wrist, she'd cleared the area—no fuss, no wasted motion.

It had been some time since Sol'Rakka had been relocated to this new realm, and with it, Kaelira had quietly shed the weight of her crown. No more court sessions, no endless decisions. Instead, she found a strange peace in the hunt—slaying monsters, testing her strength, breathing free.

The beasts around the new territory were more aggressive than anything she'd faced before—more numerous, more vicious.

She liked that.

Emerald Castle's warriors had taken to training here as well, turning the region into a de facto proving ground for the best fighters across all three realms.

"Your Majesty, you seem awfully relaxed for someone who just handed me an entire nation."

Ethan's voice drifted down from above.

He landed a short distance away, expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement.

"You really just clapped your hands and dumped all of Sol'Rakka on me? Do you have any idea how much paperwork that is?"

He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, translucent orb, offering it to her.

Kaelira caught it one-handed and absorbed it into her body without a second thought.

It was one of Emerald Castle's signature energy pearls—condensed from the chaotic fusion of the three realms' power. Since the merge, Ethan had been sending her a few every so often to help her adjust to the new energy climate.

The fusion had created a strange new atmosphere—dense with power, layered with conflicting attributes. Even someone of Kaelira's caliber needed time to adapt.

As for the people of Sol'Rakka and Kormaldor? They practically lived on these pearls now, using them daily to stabilize their internal energy flow.

But the worst of the turbulence had passed. Slowly, the people of all three realms were beginning to acclimate—like lungs adjusting to a new sky, a new air. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Just as Ethan and Kaelira were exchanging words, a young soldier from Sol'Rakka came stumbling into the clearing, face pale, eyes wide with panic.

"Your Majesty! Lord Ethan! Helkaris… they've appeared!"

Ethan blinked. The name meant nothing to him.

He opened his mouth to ask—but Kaelira's expression had already darkened like a storm front.

Power surged off her in violent waves, splitting the air with thin, jagged tears in space itself.

"What did you say?" Her voice was low, lethal.

"They dare show themselves again? Where?!"

The soldier flinched under the weight of her fury, stumbling back a few steps before fumbling a crude map from his pouch. He pointed to a marked spot—deep in the desert where Sol'Rakka had once stood.

Kaelira slammed her fist into the ground. The rock beneath her cracked and exploded outward.

"Those bastards! They've got no shame left! I've retreated again and again, and now they chase me to my own doorstep?!"

She gritted her teeth. "If we hadn't moved Sol'Rakka near Emerald Castle, we'd be counting corpses by now."

Ethan was still trying to catch up. "Who the hell are they? What kind of enemy gets you this worked up?"

Kaelira took a long breath, forcing the wild energy around her to settle.

Then, in a voice tight with restraint, she began to explain.

Helkaris.

They came from another dimension—liquid lifeforms, rare and terrifying. Their bodies flowed like rivers of energy, constantly shifting, never fixed.

Conventional attacks were useless. Physical strikes passed through them like fists through water, leaving no mark, no damage.

Ethan stared, stunned.

He'd fought giants, dragons, even spirits—but this? Enemies with no form, no flesh?

Before he could respond, a blur shot toward them from the sky—Elira, face pale, wings beating hard.

"Master! It's bad—there's a massive army heading straight for Emerald Castle!"

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