Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 806: Emerald Castle Will Be Waiting

Ethan’s eyes flicked slightly, but he didn’t stop her.

Because in that split second, the system’s scan results had fully loaded in his vision.

—Origin: Kingdom of Calrakk.

—Title: Hellbound Ravager.

—Tier 28, early stage.

Not a diplomatic envoy.

But a frontline combatant—

The kind you send in when negotiations are just a formality before the bloodshed.

Which meant only one thing:

They never intended to talk.

THUD!

The Hellbound Ravager slammed into the ground, the impact cracking the earth beneath him like a spiderweb.

But he was already moving the next second.

A roar tore from his throat, twisted with surging energy. He swung his massive scythe, forged from that same warped power, and the entire area was swallowed in a wave of destruction and darkness.

The fight went white-hot in an instant.

Two Tier 28s clashing head-on, holding nothing back.

The sky buckled. The ground heaved. Even the distant city defenses trembled under the shockwaves.

They were evenly matched.

Neither could kill the other quickly.

Ethan’s brow furrowed.

He hated this kind of drawn-out slugfest.

And he had no intention of wasting time on someone who was clearly just here to deliver a message.

So—

He raised his hand.

A second Energy Disc formed—sharper, more stable than the first.

SWISH—!

The blade sliced through the air, giving the Ravager no time to react. It carved straight into his shoulder.

Flesh, energy, structure—

All severed in a single instant.

As the arm dropped, a distorted scream of pain ripped through the air.

Ataneya didn’t miss the opening.

One of her tails, compressed like a warhammer of pure earth-elemental force, came crashing down.

BOOM—!!

The Ravager was smashed deeper into the ground, driven like a nail into bedrock. For a moment, he couldn’t even stand.

"I’m a messenger of Calrakk!" he howled, voice warped by rage and agony. "You dare treat me like this?! You’ll pay for it!"

"Calrakk’s army is already on the move—"

"Emerald Castle will be wiped off the map!"

Ethan descended slowly, landing in front of him.

Looking down.

His gaze was calm—cold, even.

"Messenger?" he echoed with a quiet laugh.

There was no humor in it.

"I’ve seen plenty of ’messengers’ show up at Emerald Castle’s gates, declaring our destruction."

"They’re all dead now."

He leaned in slightly, voice dropping low—

Quieter than a shout, but ten times heavier.

"One more from Calrakk won’t make a difference."

Ataneya stood nearby, still radiating killing intent.

But Ethan raised a hand, signaling her to hold.

He didn’t finish the job.

Because—

Letting him live would be far more useful than a corpse.

"Go back," Ethan said, straightening up. His tone was flat, like he was issuing a routine order.

"Tell your master—"

"He’s welcome to bring his army."

"Emerald Castle will be right here, waiting."

The Ravager’s pupils shrank hard.

In that moment, he finally understood—

This wasn’t mercy.

This was a message.

He wasn’t spared.

He was being used.

Terror crushed whatever pride he had left.

He didn’t dare say another word. Just dragged his mangled body away, scrambling and stumbling, desperate to escape.

Ethan watched coldly as the Hellbound Ravager’s broken figure vanished into the distant sky.

There was no satisfaction in his eyes.

Only one thing—

Confirmation.

That there was no turning back now.

He slowly turned, gaze settling on Ataneya.

"Send the order," he said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried the weight of absolute command.

"All units—maximum alert."

"Activate every defensive array."

"This time—it’s not a skirmish. It’s war."

Ataneya’s pupils lit up.

She straightened instinctively, her tails swaying behind her like a predator catching the scent of blood.

War.

To her, that word was never a burden.

It was a law—etched into her bones and blood.

Only through war could she grow stronger.

A sharp, almost feral smile tugged at her lips.

"Understood."

...

Far away, in the Kingdom of Calrakk.

The royal capital loomed atop the black mountain range, shrouded in eternal shadow.

Inside the throne hall, a broad-shouldered middle-aged man sat on a raised dais. Behind him floated a dark red sigil—the mark of royal authority. His eyes were sharp as a hawk’s.

Malrakk, King of Calrakk.

"So let me get this straight—"

His voice was slow and low, each word deliberate.

"You accomplished nothing."

"No deal."

"No intel on their limits."

"And—"

He leaned forward slightly, gaze like a blade.

"You got your arm cut off and came crawling back?"

The Hellbound Ravager knelt trembling on the floor.

"Y-Your Majesty... that human wasn’t normal."

"He just casually formed an Energy Disc and—"

"Enough."

Malrakk raised a hand.

Silence fell over the hall like a guillotine.

He stood slowly, the pressure rolling off him so thick it made the air feel heavy.

"Emerald Castle..."

He rolled the name on his tongue, then let out a cold smile.

"A bunch of low-tier creatures who got lucky."

"They think just because they’ve clawed their way to power, they’re on par with a real kingdom?"

His hand slammed down on the throne’s armrest.

BOOM!

A wave of energy rippled out, lighting up the runes embedded in the throne.

"Send the order."

"Mobilize the main army."

"This time—no probing."

"I want the whole world to see—"

"What it costs to provoke Calrakk."

...

Emerald Castle.

The newly completed capital towered at the center of the world, its walls gleaming faintly with energy under the sun.

Ethan stood atop the battlements, overlooking everything under his rule.

Creature Dwellings churned day and night.

New units were summoned, organized, and sent to the training zones in a constant stream.

The scientists from Kormaldor had practically moved into the armor labs.

Powered Combat Armor was no longer experimental.

Now, over half the main force had been fully equipped.

And these suits weren’t just for defense.

They were amplifiers.

They gave Emerald Castle’s army overwhelming endurance and power in direct combat.

BZZZZT—

Suddenly, the outer world barrier shuddered violently.

Alarms blared across the city.

A moment later, the sky tore open.

Figures began to appear—countless of them, blotting out the heavens.

Ethan’s lips curled into a slow smile.

Not tension.

But confirmation.

"They got here fast."

High above, Malrakk’s figure emerged.

He looked down at the world below, eyes gleaming with greed as he felt the thick, overflowing energy in the air.

"So this is the place."

"No wonder those low-tier creatures managed to climb this far."

He burst into laughter, his voice echoing across the sky.

"Too bad—"

"You don’t deserve this world."

He raised his hand—and brought it down hard.

"Attack."

"Kill them all."

War erupted in that instant.

The vanguard legions surged forward.

Two massive forces collided in midair.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM—!

Energy clashed like thunder, space itself fracturing inch by inch as shockwaves tore through the sky and earth.

...