Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 802: The Balance That Terrified a God

Ethan stood at a distance, watching it all unfold with a quiet, unreadable gaze.

He knew exactly what Malakar was doing—forcing his wounded, unstable divine body into cohesion, locking it into its first true state of stability. The cost? For a short window, Malakar wouldn’t be able to launch another devastating attack.

And that window... was Ethan’s only chance to catch up.

He exhaled slowly, steadying his breath, then raised a hand.

A streak of light burst from his chest—Idra, emerging like a blade drawn from its sheath. She hovered in midair, arms outstretched, and the power of the Dragon God poured from her like a river of stars. She began siphoning the ambient energy still drifting through the battlefield, channeling it straight back into Ethan’s body in a relentless surge.

Above, Feylora landed silently on his shoulder.

Her tiny palm pressed against his back, and a stream of green light—warm, stubborn, alive—flowed from her hand into his core, threading through his meridians like a river carving its way through stone.

Auri was still out there, holding off the last of the guards and the chaotic spatial currents. Idra and Feylora had become something else entirely—external engines, feeding him everything they had.

Three people.

Buying time for one.

The air around them thickened, heavy as syrup. Even the light seemed to slow.

Kaelira finally began to understand what Ethan was doing.

He hadn’t rushed in to strike while Malakar was vulnerable. He hadn’t gambled on a finishing blow.

Instead, he’d stepped back—coldly, ruthlessly—and let Malakar stabilize his divine form.

Because Ethan wasn’t trying to win with a lucky shot.

He was using this narrow window to force his own Tier up—dragging himself, inch by inch, to Malakar’s level.

She opened her mouth, but said nothing.

Instead, she stepped beside him, standing guard, shielding him from any stray blow that might come too soon.

Time stretched, thick and slow.

And then—finally—

The hairline fractures across Malakar’s body began to seal. The strange, foreign glow that had been crawling beneath his skin receded, buried deep within.

He opened his eyes.

And the pressure that followed was worse than before.

It hit like a tidal wave—an invisible world unfolding behind him, pressing down on every living thing like the weight of a collapsing star.

BOOM—

The air itself groaned, as if struck by a cosmic hammer.

"You insects..." Malakar’s voice rumbled from the depths of the world, laced with fury he could no longer hide. "You actually forced a god to this point."

He raised his hand.

With a low, guttural roar, the six elemental forces around him surged—fluid, space, death, destruction, chaos, and rage—twisting together in the sky to form blade after blade of pure energy.

They weren’t simple constructs.

Each one was a weapon forged from the raw essence of annihilation—enough to pierce the heart of a capital city.

Even Kaelira held her breath.

But Ethan—

He stepped back.

Just half a step.

Then planted his foot.

BOOM—

The power he’d been holding back finally erupted.

Everything Auri, Idra, and Feylora had poured into him ignited at once. Star-like motes of light flared around him, weaving into a dense, radiant barrier that wrapped around him and everyone behind him.

VMMM—VMMM—VMMM—VMMM—

The shield pulsed, layer upon layer of glowing patterns surfacing across its surface, forming a dome of energy that felt like it could hold up the sky.

And then the swords fell.

CRACK!

CRASH!

BOOM!

Blade after blade slammed into the barrier like a storm of meteors pounding steel.

The air rang with the shriek of metal on metal. Sparks of raw energy burst in every direction, but this time—they didn’t break through.

The ground trembled. The sky howled.

But it held.

No rift tore open in the heavens. No wild surge of energy spiraled out of control.

For the first time—

The battlefield didn’t collapse.

The two forces, after a brief and brutal clash—

Had reached a strange, fragile balance.

Malakar’s pupils shrank to pinpricks.

Just moments ago, that human had barely been worth taking seriously—enough to warrant a real strike, maybe, but nothing more. And now, in the span of a breath, he’d clawed his way up to stand toe-to-toe with a god.

"This is impossible..."

His voice was low and hoarse, scraped raw with disbelief, like it was being forced through clenched teeth.

"You little bastard—what did you do?"

"How the hell did you raise your power this far, right under my nose?"

Ethan didn’t answer.

He simply lifted his hand, slow and deliberate, as if listening to something deep beneath the skin of the world.

And then—

His power detonated.

BOOM!!!

The air compressed to the brink, then tore open with a deafening crack.

From Ethan’s palm, a surge of energy blasted out like an invisible warhammer, slamming into the thick spatial barrier to the side.

A barrier strong enough to hold back the fall of a world—

Shattered.

The explosion rippled outward like a tsunami in reverse, a shockwave of broken energy that surged back across the sky, smashing through the swarm of energy blades Malakar had summoned—obliterating them all in a single breath.

Malakar froze.

"No—impossible!"

For the first time, his voice cracked with fear and fury.

He staggered back, breath ragged, chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. His composure—his godlike calm—was unraveling.

Then he raised a hand and clenched it into a fist.

Power surged into his palm, condensing fast.

But this wasn’t just another energy sphere.

Inside the orb, the light twisted unnaturally, pulled taut by invisible threads—veins of power that weren’t just energy, but flesh.

A piece of his divine body.

Kaelira’s face went pale.

"He’s using part of his god-body..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

Ethan felt it too.

The energy inside that sphere was monstrous—unstable, grotesque, barely contained.

If it landed, even a Tier 27 wouldn’t survive.

But Ethan didn’t flinch.

He drew a breath, steady and deep, and raised his other hand.

In his palm, a small orb of energy began to form—no larger than his hand, quiet and unassuming.

It didn’t blaze like Malakar’s. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

It didn’t scream.

But it glowed with a heavy, solemn light.

Because inside it... was a piece of Ethan’s own life essence.

Kaelira gasped.

She knew what that meant.

If this failed—if he miscalculated even slightly—Ethan wouldn’t just be wounded.

He’d be broken.

The air went still.

The world held its breath.

Even sound seemed to vanish, sucked into the silence between two gods preparing to strike.

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