Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 467: Their morale’s broken

"Yes, Master!" Seraphina responded without hesitation, nodding firmly. Isaryne, watching the exchange, gave a small nod of her own and said, "Understood. Then it’s settled."

"Respected Lord," Isaryne asked, "when do we move out?"

"Right now," Ethan said without missing a beat. "No time to waste—we’re running low on time as it is. We move immediately. Split up and execute the plan!"

"Got it!"

...

One day later.

Deep within the first layer of the Dungeon—

A massive, dark-hued castle loomed before them, towering like a monolith.

"That’s the place..." Ethan muttered, eyes locked on the colossal structure. Behind it, barely visible, was the portal they needed—the one that led to the second layer of the Dungeon.

The Dungeon’s paths and spaces were already narrow and claustrophobic, and the sky above was oppressively low. With this castle rising tens of thousands of feet into the air, it practically blotted out the heavens, casting everything in shadow.

It was like a mountain had been dropped right in their path—blocking everything. freewёbnoνel.com

There was no getting through unless they smashed it down... or someone held it off long enough for the others to slip past.

And inside that castle? Bristling with weapons of war, siege engines, and defenses so well-prepared they looked like the limbs of some massive, slumbering beast. Just looking at it made your skin crawl.

"Master, should we take care of the castle?" Seraphina asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She was already itching for a fight, staring at the fortress like a predator sizing up its prey.

"No..." Ethan shook his head. "You’re heading to the next layer."

The second layer—the next castle—was the real objective. They needed to seize it fast and lock down the only portal connecting the layers. If Malenthia caught wind of their move and sent reinforcements...

Things could get messy. Complicated. Dangerous.

And Seraphina was the only one he trusted to handle it.

"Yes, Master. Understood." Seraphina nodded, then turned to glare at Isaryne, Balthazar, and Kaiin. Her eyes narrowed, voice sharp as a blade. "Protect the Master. If anything happens to him, I’ll come for all of you."

"Don’t worry, boss lady!" Kaiin grinned. "Even if I die, I’ll make sure the Master stays safe!"

"You have my vow, Seraphina," Balthazar added solemnly. "I swear on the honor of the Behemoth clan—I’ll protect our lord with everything I’ve got."

"Hmph..." Seraphina scoffed, then shot one last glare at Isaryne before spreading her wings and launching into the air. Her voice rang out like thunder. "Squad! Orryn, you’re with me—move out!"

"Let’s go! Tear them apart!"

"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR—!"

In an instant, all 500 units of Green Dragons, along with Orryn, surged into the sky behind her, charging straight toward the castle with terrifying momentum. Their roars shook the heavens, echoing through the Dungeon like a storm. The entire fortress stirred in alarm.

"G-Green Dragons?!"

"Shit—is that a Crimson Ultimate hero?! We’re screwed! That’s a Crimson Ultimate hero! What the hell is someone that powerful doing here?!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! What are you standing around for?! Get ready for battle!"

...

Inside the castle, the moment Seraphina appeared at the head of her Green Dragon army, every single Dungeon creature fell into utter chaos and disbelief. Even the Hero Units—yes, even the orange-tier Legendary hero stationed there—weren’t immune to the panic.

Green Dragons?

They could handle that.

Even a standard Crimson Ultimate hero?

Still manageable.

But this? This was no ordinary Crimson Ultimate. The moment they laid eyes on Seraphina, they knew—this was a god-tier threat. A Crimson Ultimate hero who had undergone a second awakening. A being that had ascended beyond the limits of power they were used to facing.

Tier suppression.

In the world of Glory Lords X, it was an unshakable law—etched into the very essence of every living creature. No matter how powerful a 14-Tier Mythic Unit or a 13-Tier Legendary Unit might be, they couldn’t escape the crushing weight of a higher-tier being’s presence.

And Seraphina? She was the embodiment of that law.

Sure, the defenders had numbers. Their forces weren’t weak by any stretch. But when faced with a being of this magnitude, instinct took over. Panic. Confusion. Fear. It was primal, and it spread like wildfire.

Seraphina saw it all—and sneered.

"Pathetic," she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "Fine. Let me give you a little gift."

"ROAR!"

With a thunderous bellow, Seraphina opened her maw, gathering a swirling mass of venomous energy. The air itself seemed to recoil as her innate power surged—her signature ability igniting in full force.

A blinding pillar of dark green energy erupted from her mouth, slicing through the sky like a divine judgment and slamming into the castle with devastating force.

Venomous Dragon Breath.

BOOOOOOM!

The impact was apocalyptic.

The ground shook. The sky cracked. The very air screamed.

And just like that—nearly a third of the massive castle was obliterated.

Gone.

Reduced to rubble in a single, overwhelming strike.

The Dungeon creatures inside? Their fear turned to full-blown terror.

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Kill them! Make them pay—!"

"Gods above... how is this even possible?! One hit—just one—and she destroyed a third of the castle?! That Crimson Ultimate Green Dragon... how powerful is she?! Is she... is she on the same level as Lord Malenthia?! A King-tier?!"

"Request reinforcements! Now! Hold them off—someone get word out!"

"No—no! They’re heading for the portal! Shit! Their target is the portal! Stop those damn Green Dragons! Stop them now!"

"We’re screwed! We can’t stop them! We’re completely screwed!"

...

Inside the crumbling ruins of the once-mighty castle, panicked voices echoed in every direction. Screams, orders, desperate cries for help.

Ethan, watching from afar, couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head.

"Their morale’s broken."

"The Dungeon troops in that castle... they’ve completely lost their nerve."

Sure, Dungeon creatures were supposed to be fearless—mindless brutes who charged into death without a second thought. But that didn’t mean they were incapable of fear. Especially not in a war like this.

War was a meat grinder.

And a commander? A commander was the soul of an army.

On one side, you had a Crimson Ultimate hero—leading the charge, radiating power like a living god.

On the other? An orange-tier Legendary hero?

Please.

The tier gap was right there, plain as day. And any creature with even a shred of intelligence—even the undead—could feel it in their bones. That primal instinct. That gut-deep terror when faced with something so far above them it might as well be divine.

It was hardwired into them.

And that... well, that made this battle a hell of a lot easier.

Ethan smirked to himself, eyes still on the chaos unfolding in the distance.

Yeah. This one was as good as won.

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