Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 819: The Ones You Left Behind

And then—

A surge of draconic might, even more violent than before, crashed down from above!

Seraphina's figure plummeted from the sky like a meteor, slamming into Gathramor with the full force of her unleashed Dragon God aura.

"You dare come back?" Her voice was low and cold. "Die."

The sheer pressure of her arrival forced Ethan to take a few steps back.

This Seraphina was no longer the same as before.

Her Dragon God form had fully stabilized.

And with the long-term nourishment of the golden liquid, her aura had stepped firmly into early Tier 28.

Even Gathramor was pushed back half a step by the sudden impact.

He narrowed his eyes—but a slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, well…"

"So the Dragon God seed I left in you back then… actually hatched."

Seraphina's jaw clenched so hard it cracked.

"You planted that thing in me just so you could drain my power once I matured!"

"Too bad—" she sneered. "You didn't expect I'd devour it instead, did you?"

Her aura surged again, violently.

For the first time, Gathramor's smile faltered.

A crack.

The next moment, his power exploded outward, engulfing Seraphina in a storm of force.

The two clashed head-on—two apex beings locked in a brutal deadlock.

And then—

Boom!

A third force slammed into the fray.

Cicero had joined the fight.

No words. No warning.

Just a full-force strike, all-in.

The sky above twisted into chaos, energy spiraling out of control.

Ethan stepped back, choosing not to interfere.

This was their history.

Their reckoning.

It wasn't his to settle.

But just as the battle reached a fever pitch—

A sharp, mocking laugh rang out from high above.

"Heh."

"Gathramor, is this what you've been reduced to?"

A figure slowly descended from the clouds.

A man with a twisted, ugly face—and an aura so violent it made the air feel sick.

"Getting pushed around by your own former subordinates?"

Ethan's brow furrowed. He stepped forward—

But someone beat him to it.

"Elira."

She shot out like a streak of light, eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint.

"You dare trespass in Emerald Castle?"

"Guess you're tired of living."

The man snorted, full of disdain.

A massive energy greatsword formed in his hand, crackling with raw power.

"Little girl."

"Walk away now, and I might let you live."

"Otherwise—"

"I'll make sure there's nothing left of you."

Elira's pupils narrowed.

Not in fear.

But in anticipation.

"You're dead."

She said it quietly.

The power from her recent transformation was still surging through her, restless and hungry.

And now—

Someone had volunteered to be the test subject.

BOOM—!

A deep, thunderous shockwave exploded in midair.

That strange, divine energy burst from Elira's body like a dam breaking, flooding the sky.

Light twisted and surged.

And then, behind her, the massive phantom of a Divine Sovereign Moth unfurled its wings.

No roar.

Just a presence so overwhelming the world itself seemed to flinch.

The air froze.

There was no technique in her power—

Just raw, absolute destruction.

"…Impossible."

The man's expression finally cracked.

He stared at Elira, eyes wide, disbelief etched across his face.

This girl—this unassuming little girl—

Had summoned a presence on this level?

Rage and unease surged through him at once.

"You're dead!"

Kharathor let out a guttural roar, pouring every ounce of power into his Energy Greatsword.

The blade trembled, its edge flaring with a vicious, razor-sharp aura.

And then—

BOOM!!!

The two forces collided head-on.

A brutal shockwave tore through the sky, swallowing the entire battlefield in chaos.

Ethan staggered back several steps, barely keeping his footing.

Above, the phantom of the Divine Sovereign Moth clashed violently with the Energy Greatsword, their strikes ripping through the air.

Each impact—

Cracked the sky like glass.

Until finally—

A massive section of space shattered completely.

Ethan steadied himself and immediately pulled up his data panel.

The scan results made his brow tighten.

Dragon Race.

But not pure.

There were traces of other powerful bloodlines forcibly fused into his body.

A chaotic, volatile structure.

Wild. Dangerous. But deeply unstable.

"I see…"

Ethan quickly pieced it together.

Elira's race had fully evolved, but she was still adjusting to her new power.

In a short burst, she could match him blow for blow.

But if this dragged into a war of attrition—

The advantage would shift fast.

His gaze swept over Kharathor's body.

The armor was tight, reinforced everywhere—

Except the abdomen.

There, the plating was structurally offset.

"Elira!"

Ethan's voice cut through the roar of battle.

"His abdominal armor is the weakest point!"

"Hit it with everything you've got!"

This wasn't a system prompt.

It was instinct—honed through years of combat, trained to spot structural flaws.

Kharathor's pupils shrank.

His aura wavered for a split second.

That weakness—only he should've known about it.

And yet—

It had been exposed.

In that moment of hesitation—

Elira moved.

No hesitation. No probing.

Golden energy surged into her palm, forming a massive longsword.

No fancy moves.

Just one clean, brutal strike—

SLAM!

"What?!"

Kharathor's face twisted in shock as he stumbled back, throwing up a full-body energy shield in a panic.

But—

That sword wasn't made of ordinary energy.

It was condensed from pure golden liquid essence.

A completely different tier of power.

For a moment, the shield held.

Then—

Shhhk.

It was pierced clean through.

The golden blade slammed down on Kharathor's shoulder.

"This can't be!"

He screamed, staggering.

But before he could recover—

Elira was already on him.

A second golden sword formed in her hand.

No time to react.

She drove it straight—

Into his abdomen.

Splurt!

The weakest point of his armor shattered like paper.

She'd planned this from the start.

"It's not that I'm too strong," Elira said, voice calm and clear.

"It's that you're too weak."

And then—she let go.

Her power exploded.

Golden light tore through Kharathor's body.

The once-mighty figure froze in midair—

Then crumbled into dust.

Not far away, Gathramor—still locked in a brutal fight—saw it happen.

For the first time, his breathing hitched.

Kharathor—

A powerhouse like that, taken down just like that? 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

His focus slipped.

And in that instant—

Two forces closed in.

Cicero and Seraphina didn't give him a second to recover.

Their attacks had been ready.

The fragile balance of the battle shattered in a heartbeat.

BOOM!

His defenses were ripped apart.

Power slammed through him.

Gathramor let out a raw, agonized scream as he was driven into the ground like a meteor.

Before he could even rise—

The second wave hit.

The fused power of Cicero and Seraphina crashed down without mercy.

Half his body was instantly reduced to ash.

"Wait!"

Gathramor finally panicked, voice hoarse and desperate.

"You can't kill me!"

"I was your lord once!"

"If you kill me—you'll pay for it!"

Seraphina's eyes didn't flicker.

The hatred she'd buried for years—decades—burned cold and absolute.

She raised her hand.

And his head was severed.

Silence fell.

It was over.

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