Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 803: What Are You Becoming?

Ethan and Malakar locked eyes across the battlefield.

Both of them knew—this next strike would tip the scales.

No words. No theatrics. Just a long, taut silence.

Then, as if answering the same silent signal, they moved.

Two energy spheres—one seething with divine fury, the other pulsing with quiet, lethal resolve—shot forward.

VMMM—

BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM—!!!

The moment they collided, the world buckled.

Space twisted inward like it had been sucked into a collapsing abyss. The air screamed. The ground shattered. Even the rocks and sky seemed to tear like paper under invisible claws.

At the epicenter, the density of power was so extreme, it could’ve reduced a Tier 26 being to molecular dust.

Ethan felt the pressure hit like a tidal wave—and instantly grabbed Kaelira’s arm, yanking her back with him in a blur of motion.

Across the battlefield, Auri and Idra had finished their work.

They’d torn through the remaining Dukara guards and the last of the liquid legion, harvesting every scrap of energy they could. Their bodies shimmered with it, overcharged and burning.

In perfect sync, they flashed to Ethan’s side—then vanished, merging into him like twin comets diving into a star.

BOOM—!!!

Ethan’s power erupted.

His Tier surged—spiking, reshaping, then spiking again.

In the span of a single breath—

He stood at the peak of Tier 27.

Still one full tier below Malakar.

But the force radiating off him now was enough to tear open the sky above a capital city.

And yet, Ethan wasn’t focused on his own strength.

He was watching Malakar.

Because he could see it—clear as day.

The god-body still wasn’t stable.

Too much power, fused too fast. The vessel couldn’t keep up.

Tiny fractures spiderwebbed across Malakar’s form. Strange pulses of alien energy flickered out from beneath his skin, erratic and wrong.

Ethan narrowed his eyes. His breathing slowed, sharpened.

This was it.

This was the opening.

And at that exact moment—when the two energy spheres had collided—

The world had split.

Light twisted and tore across the sky, blinding and violent. Even the air ignited, turning white-hot with friction.

Malakar had been too close to the blast.

He hadn’t escaped in time.

The shockwave swallowed him whole.

When the roar finally faded and the space around them began to reassemble, Malakar came tumbling out of the chaos—battered, scorched, and visibly shaken.

His divine body was cracked all over, leaking unstable energy in ragged trails. His breath came in short, uneven gasps.

"...Impossible..." he rasped, voice raw with disbelief and something dangerously close to fear. "We’ve been fighting this long... and your power just keeps growing? What are you—made of? Don’t you run out?!"

Ethan didn’t answer right away.

He simply looked up, eyes fixed on the trembling, half-formed god-body in front of him—like a statue on the verge of collapse.

Then he raised his hand.

RUMMMMMMBLE—!!

His power surged again, bursting from within like a dam breaking under pressure. Rings of energy rippled outward from his body, each one brighter, heavier than the last.

A sea of light spread across the ground and sky, rolling toward Malakar like a tidal wave of raw force.

The air groaned under the weight of it—deep, low, almost mournful.

Ethan’s voice rang out—steady, calm, but laced with a confidence so absolute it felt like gravity itself had shifted.

"You’re a fluid lifeform. You evolve by fusing with stronger bodies."

He took a step forward. The ground beneath his foot cracked like glass under pressure.

"But you missed something—fusion doesn’t mean adaptation."

"You just merged with the Divine Avatar. Your body hasn’t even begun to understand the power you’re wielding."

"And I—"

He raised his hand.

The world responded.

Energy from every direction surged toward him, as if the very fabric of the realm had chosen him as its conduit.

"I’m fully connected to this world’s power. It flows into me without end."

"This..." Malakar opened his mouth, but the words faltered. He stared at Ethan—not with rage, not with contempt, but with something closer to dawning horror.

For the first time, he realized—

He wasn’t facing a mortal.

He was facing something rising. Something evolving.

Something becoming.

But before he could react—

VMMM!

Ethan’s energy snapped tight around him, sharp as wire, then exploded outward. Dozens of Energy Discs materialized in the air, spinning fast enough to scream. They launched like a storm of blades, each one honed to a lethal edge.

Malakar, still reeling from the earlier blast, couldn’t stabilize his power in time.

Each disc slammed into him with surgical precision, sending shockwaves through his divine body. Cracks spidered across his form with every hit, the sound of splitting stone echoing through the sky.

"Stop—!"

He staggered back, battered and off-balance, unable to hold his ground.

Ethan didn’t stop.

He closed the distance in a blink, fist drawn back—

BOOM!!!

The punch landed like a meteor strike, compressing the air into shards of invisible glass.

It was a blow that condensed all his power into a single point—then detonated.

Malakar’s body was launched like a comet, crashing into a massive stone pillar with enough force to snap it in half. The impact echoed like thunder. The sky itself seemed to flinch.

In a single breath, the tide of battle flipped. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Malakar’s divine body was fracturing, his energy spiraling out of control.

And Ethan—

Ethan was only getting stronger.

His aura burned hotter with every second, rising like a wildfire that refused to be contained.

Across the field, Kaelira held her own with ruthless grace.

The pink-violet storm around her never stopped churning, shredding through Malakar’s remaining forces. Her arrows fell like rain, relentless and precise, keeping the space warriors and liquid soldiers from even getting close.

The battlefield tilted like a collapsing hourglass—

Everything sliding toward Ethan’s side.

He exhaled slowly, grounding himself with a light step back. His energy began to draw inward, coiling tight around him. His body glowed like it had been lit from within by a second sun.

Then—

Idra and Auri returned.

Two streaks of pure light shot toward him, merging back into his core.

BOOM—!!!

Three distinct forces synchronized inside him, resonating like a perfect chord.

The Dragon God’s raw fury. The Fairy God’s natural rhythm. Ethan’s own hybrid power.

They fused in his blood, not as separate streams—but as one.

His aura surged again—

So fast, the space around him began to scream.

The power that had plateaued at the peak of Tier 27 suddenly shattered its ceiling.

BOOM!!!

The world trembled.

In that instant, Ethan’s power broke through the final barrier.

He ascended—

Tier 28, early stage.

When he opened his eyes, a new light burned behind them.

He now stood on equal footing with Malakar.

Malakar stared at him, stunned.

Like he was looking at something that shouldn’t exist.

"This... this isn’t possible."

His voice shook, the edges fraying like torn fabric.

"We’ve been fighting for so long—your power should be fading, not rising! What are you? How are you still climbing? What did you do?!"

But the tremble in his voice wasn’t just rage.

It was fear.

The kind that came from deep in the gut, from the animal part of the brain that knew—

Death was coming.

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