Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 797: The World That Shouldn’t Be Broken

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Dukara? Another nation?"

Kaelira nodded, violet-pink energy flickering at her fingertips like fire sparked by memory. "They've been working with Helkaris in secret for years. Half the battles Sol'Rakka lost were thanks to those space-warping bastards. They don't fight head-on, but they can tear open reality like paper—drop reinforcements or ambush squads into any battlefield, anywhere."

Her voice grew colder with every word. "They didn't save Helkaris today out of mercy. They're preserving him—for something worse."

Ethan's expression darkened. "If they're bold enough to interfere, then we finish this. Now."

He raised his hand. Power gathered in his palm, swelling into a sphere of radiant energy.

"—All forces, regroup. We're going after them."

At his command, the united armies of the Three Realms surged into the sky, a storm of steel and magic spreading outward like a living tide, racing in the direction Helkaris had vanished.

…

Meanwhile—

In the depths of a strange and silent world, a continent made entirely of liquid pulsed with slow, rhythmic motion.

There was no ground here in the traditional sense.

Beneath everything lay a vast "fluid sea"—thick, viscous, and strangely solid, supporting life as if it were stone.

Above it, liquid beings floated in the air, their bodies rising and falling in sync with the world's breath.

The atmosphere was dense with moisture and something else—something ancient and unnamed. Every inhale felt like drawing in the memory of a forgotten god. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Suddenly, a spatial rift tore open above the sea.

Emperor Helkaris tumbled through it, crashing down onto the rippling surface with a heavy splash.

"Why…?" His voice echoed across the fluid world, trembling with rage. "Why does Emerald Castle wield such devastating ice magic?!"

His body convulsed, liquid form shuddering so violently it nearly lost cohesion.

Around him, his subordinates dropped to their knees, heads bowed low. Not one dared to speak.

At last, a figure stepped forward—tall, lean, and etched with glowing spatial runes across his translucent skin. A Dukara warrior.

He bowed deeply. "Your Majesty, do not despair. They may have ice…"

He paused, then said the next words with reverence.

"…But we have the Divine Avatar."

The world itself seemed to shudder at the name.

Helkaris's fury ignited into something else—rapture.

He thrust out a hand and tore open the air.

From the rift floated a towering figure—faceless, godlike, radiating a pressure so ancient and immense it made the very sea beneath them still.

It had no eyes, no mouth, no voice.

But its presence was overwhelming.

Every liquid being dropped flat in unison, as if welcoming the end of days.

Helkaris stepped forward, arms outstretched, ready to merge with the Divine Avatar—

BOOM.

The entire world shook.

Like some colossal beast was slamming against the outer walls of reality.

Again.

BOOM.

And again.

BOOM!

The space around them rippled violently, waves of distortion spreading like cracks in glass.

Dukara's spatial mages shot into the air, panic etched across their faces as they scrambled to reinforce the dimensional shell.

This world—they had built it themselves. A pocket realm, a prison of their own design.

Which meant they knew exactly how strong it was.

And they knew—without a doubt—someone was breaking in.

From the outside.

And the force behind it… was monstrous.

The fluid sea churned in chaos, waves rising and crashing in erratic patterns, as if the world itself had begun to fear what was coming.

Meanwhile—

Outside the world's shell.

Ethan hovered before the fractured veil of space, power surging through him like a rising tide. His eyes were cold, sharp as blades, and his voice cracked like thunder:

"Let's see how long you think you can hide."

He struck.

BOOM!!!

The dimensional barrier shuddered again, deep cracks spiderwebbing across its surface.

Ethan was already gathering energy for another blow when—

A blinding light flared from within the barrier.

Then—

A figure burst through it like a cannonball, trailing a vortex of energy so dense it made the air itself recoil.

The shockwave hit like a tidal surge, swallowing Ethan and the dozens of warriors nearby in a single breath.

"You arrogant bastards—"

The newcomer's voice was low, rough, and seething with fury.

"—You dare attack Helkaris's world?"

He didn't wait for a reply.

His aura slammed down like a storm front, thick with killing intent.

Ethan's brow furrowed.

He didn't waste time with posturing. He raised a hand and fired an Energy Disc—clean, fast, and razor-sharp, slicing through the air like a comet.

But—

Snap.

The disc shattered half a meter from the man's body, unraveled by some invisible force. The fragments scattered like fireflies, fading before they hit the ground.

Ethan's eyes narrowed.

That energy density… was off the charts.

He was just about to move in for a closer test when a streak of violet-pink light flashed past him.

Kaelira.

She didn't speak at first. Just stared at the man, eyes locked, her entire body coiled like a drawn bow.

"Leonidas."

Her voice was hoarse, but the hatred in it burned like acid.

"It's been a long time. We've got unfinished business."

Power surged through her like a dam breaking.

Behind her, a massive phantom beast took shape—woven from sand, wind, and violet-pink energy. It roared, shaking the sky.

The air twisted violently around her.

Leonidas's smirk faltered.

His pupils shrank the moment he saw her power spike.

He hadn't expected this.

Kaelira wasn't the woman he remembered.

No time to think.

He unleashed his full strength, summoning a colossal blade of pure energy in midair. It screamed as it cut downward, splitting the sky with its force.

Kaelira didn't flinch.

The storm around her surged forward, crashing into the blade head-on.

BOOM!!!

The collision detonated in midair, tearing the sky open. Cracks spread like spiderwebs through space itself. Mountains in the distance crumbled under the shockwave.

In the span of a few heartbeats, they'd already clashed over ten times.

Each impact echoed like thunder, the sound of their power colliding forming a near-constant roar.

Ethan didn't move to help.

He didn't need to.

Kaelira's strength had grown exponentially—he could feel it in the air, see it in the way Leonidas was already being pushed back.

She'd hold her own.

Which meant Ethan had one job:

Break through the barrier.

Now.

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