Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 796: The Moment They Finally Broke

As the clash between Auri, Kaelira, and Emperor Helkaris escalated into a full-blown celestial brawl, Ethan soared into the sky, scanning the battlefield below with a sharp, calculating gaze.

He summoned his system interface, fingers flicking through streams of data as he locked onto one Helkaris soldier after another.

Lifeform Structure: Liquid-based.

Resistance: Immune to physical damage.

Weakness: ...No identifiable weakness.

The system’s assessment was brutally concise:

"This species exhibits near-perfect structural integrity. No discernible vulnerabilities."

Ethan’s frown deepened.

Slicing, smashing, burning, even raw energy compression—none of it worked. At best, they disrupted the enemy’s form for a few seconds. But killing them? Impossible.

He was still racking his brain for a solution when—

BOOM!

A brilliant flash of icy blue erupted across the battlefield.

Ethan’s head snapped toward the source.

Namyanna.

The merfolk queen was leading her aquatic legion in a sweeping assault, wielding frost magic with terrifying precision. Her spells didn’t just slow the enemy—they stopped them cold.

Wherever the frost spread, the liquid soldiers froze mid-motion, their inky forms stiffening, cracking under the pressure of the cold. Within seconds, they were sealed in thick, crystalline ice.

Then—

CRACK.

The ice shattered from within, sending shards and frozen limbs flying.

Entire swaths of Helkaris troops were obliterated in a single wave.

Ethan’s eyes lit up.

Ice. They’re weak to extreme cold.

Without hesitation, he veered toward Namyanna’s position, gathering his own frost energy as he flew.

Before he even touched down, he unleashed it.

A cascade of cold poured from his body like a waterfall of winter. One unlucky Helkaris soldier caught in the blast froze solid midair—transformed into a glossy blue orb.

Ethan raised a hand, summoned a dense energy sphere, and hurled it.

BOOM!

The ice ball exploded into glittering fragments.

For the first time, he watched a liquid soldier die—truly die.

A rush of exhilaration surged through him.

He shot back into the sky, voice booming across the battlefield like a war drum:

"All units, listen up!

Anyone with ice magic—move to the front lines!

Freeze them first—then shatter them!"

The moment the order went out, the tide shifted.

Emerald Castle’s forces surged with renewed purpose.

Mages began channeling frost spells, drawing ice from the very air. Warriors raised enchanted weapons, blades now glowing with a pale blue sheen. Even Kaelira’s violet-pink storm began to shimmer with streaks of icy blue, her desert fury now laced with winter’s bite.

Namyanna was the first to respond.

With a graceful sweep of her arm, another tidal wave of frost crashed into the enemy ranks. Dozens more Helkaris soldiers froze solid, then shattered like glass under the weight of their own brittle forms.

In minutes, the battlefield transformed.

What had been a deadlock now tilted—hard.

Helkaris’s army, once seemingly invincible, began to falter.

Their greatest strength—their fluid, unkillable bodies—was now their downfall. Under intense cold, they lost their flow, their flexibility. They became rigid, fragile.

And once that happened, they could die.

Really die.

...

As the battlefield drowned in frost and shattered liquid bodies, Ethan rose higher—until he was face-to-face with Emperor Helkaris.

He didn’t wait.

With a roar, he unleashed every ounce of ice power in his veins, his body streaking forward like a blade of blue lightning.

The strike wasn’t perfect—ice wasn’t his core affinity, and his energy was a chaotic blend of elements—but it was enough.

Helkaris staggered.

The liquid emperor’s form rippled violently, his body recoiling, sliding backward through the air as if struck by something far heavier than Ethan’s frame suggested.

"This... this is impossible!"

Helkaris’s voice quivered for the first time, his mercury-like body shuddering in waves.

"You—how do you possess such powerful ice magic?! We scouted you! Your forces had no large-scale cryomancers!"

He wasn’t shouting in rage.

He was panicking.

Because he knew—better than anyone—that ice was their one true weakness.

And now, it was everywhere.

He looked down at the battlefield, at the black, frozen wreckage of his soldiers—shattered husks where once there had been flowing, invincible forms.

BOOM—

BOOM—

BOOM—

Each explosion of ice and liquid was a drumbeat of defeat.

For the first time, Helkaris didn’t feel fury.

Didn’t feel shame.

He felt fear.

He needed to retreat.

He had to get out—now.

But it was already too late.

The battlefield was chaos incarnate. The two armies were locked together in a tangled, sprawling melee. There was no clean line to pull back through.

The front lines were frozen. The rear couldn’t hear his orders.

The skies were a storm of Auri’s wild nature magic.

The ground was torn by frost and sandstorms.

Retreat?

There was no retreat.

...

Just as Helkaris was being cornered—boxed in by Ethan’s ice, Kaelira’s storm, and Auri’s elemental fury—a sound rippled through the sky.

At first, it was barely audible. A faint hum, like the air itself was holding its breath.

Then—

HUMMMMMM.

The sky split.

A jagged seam tore open above the battlefield, glowing with an eerie blue-violet light. It pulsed like a wound in the world, its edges writhing, as if something vast and ancient stirred behind it.

Kaelira was mid-charge, power coiled for a killing blow, when it happened.

A warped gravitational pull lashed out from the rift—twisting, silent, irresistible.

It seized Helkaris’s entire body and yanked him backward.

One moment he was there—trembling, cornered.

The next, he was gone. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Sucked into the rift like water down a drain, his form vanishing without a trace. No scream. No resistance. Just... gone.

Then the air around the battlefield shattered.

Dozens of spatial rifts tore open across the sky and ground, like glass breaking in slow motion.

One by one, Helkaris’s soldiers were dragged into them—some whole, others mid-fight, their liquid bodies stretching and warping as they were pulled apart and swallowed by the void.

It wasn’t a retreat.

It was an extraction.

Fast. Precise. Pre-planned.

Ethan hovered in stunned silence, watching the last of the enemy vanish into the rifts.

Too fast. Too clean. Too coordinated.

This wasn’t a rout. It was a rescue.

Kaelira floated up beside him, her face carved from fury, eyes burning with a cold, controlled rage.

"Dukara," she said through clenched teeth, her voice like ice scraping steel. "Those space-warping bastards... I should’ve known Helkaris wouldn’t come alone."

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