Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 800: The Battle With No Solution

Ethan felt his throat tighten.

Six distinct energy attributes—coexisting in a single being?

Even two or three dominant attributes were enough to give a seasoned warrior a migraine.

But this...

The system’s final assessment settled at the bottom of the glowing screen:

[Power Rating: Tier 28]

For a moment, Ethan forgot how to breathe.

Tier 28.

That number alone was enough to plunge an entire nation into despair.

He knew exactly what it meant:

—With that level of power, even a passing whim from this creature could wipe Emerald Castle off the map.

And then—

The cocoon of energy surrounding the area began to shift.

First, a faint tremor. Then, like an egg cracking from within, it split open.

A towering figure emerged from the rift, rising slowly into view.

He had no muscles, no flesh in the traditional sense.

His entire body seemed forged from some semi-fluid, semi-divine substance—gleaming like liquid metal, yet carrying the cold, ancient weight of a forgotten idol.

Each step he took sent a low, resonant hum through the air.

When he finally hovered fully above the ground, the sky itself dimmed a shade.

"Well, well..."

The figure lifted his head, voice rippling through the air like a stone dropped into a still lake.

Each word landed heavy, layered with echoes that pressed down on the chest.

"Didn’t expect you insects to chase me all the way here."

There was a cruel amusement in his tone, like a predator watching prey stumble willingly into its trap.

"Braver than I thought..."

He chuckled softly, but the sound scraped down their spines like a blade.

"You dare challenge a god?"

From deep within the sky came a low, rolling rumble—not thunder, but the groan of space itself buckling under his presence.

Even as he spoke, the air around him warped and collapsed in on itself, groaning like it might shatter.

Ethan felt it.

That crushing, world-ending pressure spreading outward like a slow tide.

And this time, even he had to admit—

This wasn’t just another battle.

This was something else entirely. A being from a different tier of existence.

Malakar lowered his gaze, eyes like cold steel.

"Now then," he said, voice calm as a verdict already passed.

"You’ll learn—"

"What it means to regret."

"I—"

He spread his arms wide.

Behind him, something vast and unseen stirred—his divine form overlapping with the void, a massive, faceless silhouette fused with a fluid, godlike shell.

"—will deliver judgment myself."

The moment that final word fell, it was as if someone had flipped a switch on reality.

A deafening crack tore through the air.

The world itself seemed ready to—

Collapse.

Ethan didn’t flinch.

He slid one foot back, bracing himself against the oncoming surge of energy—and then—

He ignited.

Power roared to life inside him.

Feylora glanced at him once and understood instantly.

Without hesitation, she leapt onto his back, her small frame pressing tight against his spine, fingers locking over his shoulders.

In the next breath, her emerald energy surged forth like a tidal wave, pouring into Ethan’s veins.

Boom.

A deep, resonant thud echoed out as the world around them bent under some unseen gravity.

The elements in the air rushed toward Ethan, drawn like long-lost children to their master.

Before him, energy churned and folded in on itself, layer after layer, until it coalesced into a massive sphere—blazing like a second sun at noon.

Even with Auri and Idra’s powers fully merged within him, their combined strength had only ever reached—

Mid-Tier 27.

Enough to level a city.

But not enough to shake the monster now floating above them.

Still, there was no other choice.

He had to strike.

Ethan thrust both hands forward, pouring every ounce of gathered power into the Energy Sphere.

With a thunderous sonic boom, he hurled it skyward.

BOOM.

A rolling detonation cracked across the heavens.

Malakar responded in kind.

High above, his divine-infused body lifted one hand.

Liquid light and divine radiance twisted and coiled around him, stretching and weaving until they formed a massive spear.

It didn’t look forged—it looked grown. A grotesque weapon birthed from six clashing forces.

When he hurled it, the sky screamed.

The air itself tore open as if the entire atmosphere had been dragged into the fight.

And then—

The Energy Sphere and the spear collided midair.

The world flipped.

The impact didn’t explode—it shrieked. A sound beyond sound, a piercing wail that split the senses.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the sky like glass under pressure—

And in the next instant, it shattered.

Into a thousand shards of transparent light, falling like snow.

Ethan’s entire body convulsed with the impact.

He’d thrown everything he had into that strike—and still, it wasn’t enough.

Behind him, the golden phantom of a colossal dragon flared to life, trying to stabilize his stance and redirect the torrent of energy surging through him.

But under the crushing pressure of that divine spear, even the dragon began to crack—fine, web-like fractures spreading across its shimmering form.

A few more seconds, and it would shatter completely.

High above, Malakar hovered with the calm certainty of someone who’d already seen the ending.

His laughter scraped through the air, sharp and metallic, like blades grinding against each other.

"Pathetic little insects... The moment you stepped into this space, your fate was sealed."

His voice was laced with madness, each word a nail in the coffin. As he spoke, he raised one hand.

The energy around him twisted violently, as if the entire sky had been caught in his grasp.

Above him, the heavens began to spiral. Streams of fluid light coalesced, swirling into a vortex—

He was forging a second spear.

Ethan’s heart sank.

He staggered back a step, mind racing for a next move—

And then, in a burst of fractured light, a figure streaked through the broken sky and threw herself in front of him.

Kaelira.

Arms outstretched, she unleashed her power like a storm.

Waves of violet-pink energy surged upward, spiraling into a massive barrier that bloomed across the sky like a shield of light.

Vmmmmm—

Vmmmmm—

Vmmmmm—

The air stretched taut, humming like a bowstring drawn to its limit.

The barrier was strong—strong enough to tear mountains in half.

But it would only hold for seconds.

CRACK!!!

The spear struck like a divine hammer, and the barrier shattered instantly—exploding into a million shards of radiant glass.

The shockwave slammed into them both, hurling Kaelira and Ethan backward like leaves in a cyclone.

They crashed into the fractured ground, stone and energy debris raining down in a blinding storm.

Ethan hit hard, the breath crushed from his lungs, his chest feeling like it had been caved in by a boulder.

He forced his head up, vision swimming, and saw Malakar still floating above them—

Not as a warrior.

But as a god toying with ants.

"Too weak."

Malakar’s voice was calm—eerily so. The kind of calm that made the air itself tremble.

"You think you can challenge a Tier 28 divine vessel with this?"

Ethan looked around.

They were still trapped inside the spatial barrier. His army was out there—cut off, unable to reach him.

And worse—

There was no way out.

The outer perimeter had already sealed itself again, smooth and impenetrable like a fortress wall forged from the laws of reality itself.

The army couldn’t break in.

And they couldn’t break out.

The air felt like lead in his lungs.

The sky above loomed dark and heavy, like it was preparing to swallow them whole.

For the first time, Ethan felt it—truly felt it.

Checkmate.

No matter how he looked at it— 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

This battle...

Had no solution.

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