Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 825: A Wound That Shouldn’t Exist

Outside Emerald Castle—

Raimondrex had collided head-on with Narlost's army.

The clash unleashed a storm of raw power that exploded across the sky, shaking the heavens and earth with every impact.

From the highest point on the castle wall, Ethan stood watching it all unfold. Every surge of energy on the battlefield was crystal clear from where he stood.

The system interface unfolded in front of his eyes, data points flickering like stars, constantly shifting and reassembling.

From a tactical overview—

Raimondrex and the Narlost forces were locked in a precarious balance.

If either side faltered for even a moment, they'd be swallowed whole by the other.

But if both sides kept pouring everything they had into this slugfest, the only outcome would be mutual destruction.

Ethan clenched his fists without realizing it.

Right now, the only thing he could do was pray—

That neither side would back down.

Then it happened.

Raimondrex's massive body suddenly pulsed with a terrifying wave of energy.

The air itself seemed to tear apart under invisible pressure. Thunder and flame spiraled wildly around him.

And in the next instant—

BOOOOOOM!

A blinding beam of light erupted from Raimondrex's gaping maw.

This wasn't just a breath attack—it was a torrent of destruction, compressed to its absolute limit.

"He's firing!"

A sharp voice rang out from within the Narlost ranks.

Commander Tiberon's pupils shrank to pinpricks.

But he didn't retreat.

Instead, he raised his spear high overhead.

The tip of the weapon pointed forward—and in that moment, the entire Narlost army's energy was yanked into motion.

Like rivers rushing into the sea, power from every direction surged toward him, converging into a massive wave of force right in front of him.

Then—

BOOM!!!

The two forces collided head-on.

The sky dimmed. The earth trembled.

A deafening roar tore through the battlefield as space itself twisted and cracked like shattered glass.

Even the outer defense barrier of Emerald Castle let out a high-pitched, uneasy hum under the pressure.

Ethan's eyes narrowed.

He saw it.

Tiberon's strike had pulled the full might of the Narlost formation into a single, all-in blow.

This wasn't a test.

This was—

A gamble with everything on the line.

RUMMMMMMBLE—!

The imperial army's concentrated blast split Raimondrex's beam right down the middle.

And it didn't stop there.

The shockwave slammed straight into the beast's massive body.

"—ROOOAAARRR!!!"

A bloodcurdling roar ripped through the sky.

Raimondrex's enormous frame shuddered violently.

A gaping wound tore open across his abdomen—deep, jagged, and horrifying.

The crack nearly split his torso in two, cutting straight toward his heart.

Blood, laced with raw energy, spilled into the sky.

That moment—

Brought the entire battlefield to a standstill.

Tiberon's breathing quickened.

For the first time, a flicker of genuine excitement lit up in his eyes.

"It worked."

Without hesitation, he moved to rally the formation again.

But just as the Narlost army prepared to launch a second wave—

Raimondrex moved.

That massive, sky-darkening body suddenly erupted in a blinding burst of golden light.

The light contracted.

Compressed.

Collapsed inward.

In just a few heartbeats—

The beast that had loomed like a walking apocalypse began to shrink rapidly.

Until finally—

He took the form of a middle-aged man, floating midair.

Golden light shimmered around him, his gaze cold and distant, like a god looking down on ants.

"…"

Silence fell again across the battlefield.

"You pathetic… insects."

Raimondrex's voice was low and clear, but carried a soul-crushing weight that made the air itself tremble.

"And you dare… wound me."

He slowly raised one hand.

A sphere of violent energy began to form in his palm, collapsing in on itself, denser by the second.

"In that case—"

"You'll pay the price."

The next instant—

He hurled the sphere.

BOOM—!!!

This time, it wasn't just a clash of power.

The moment it made contact, space itself shattered. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Countless spatial rifts tore open above the battlefield, their twisted pull ripping apart anything too weak to resist.

Those caught in the fringes—

Were shredded into dust.

Tiberon clenched his jaw so hard it nearly cracked.

For the first time, cold sweat slid down his temple.

He knew exactly what Raimondrex was.

A calamity-class entity from a foreign Plane World.

Every time one of them descended, it meant annihilation.

Entire lesser realms had been wiped out without even daring to resist.

But he was—

The commander of Narlost.

And in his heart, the Empire's strength stood above all.

Even against a creature out of legend—

He would not retreat.

BZZZZT—!

The air trembled.

Then, like a chain of explosions ripping through the sky, a deafening roar of power erupted from Tiberon's body.

It wasn't an attack.

It was—his final extraction.

Over a dozen energy spheres were forcibly torn from his core, trailing blood and lightning as they rose into the sky, hovering among the churning clouds.

Behind him, the Narlost army responded almost instinctively.

Everyone still standing released the last of their strength—not to strike, but to keep the formation from collapsing outright.

But the cost hit immediately.

Once. Twice. Three times—

As their power was drained again and again, their bodies couldn't handle the backlash.

Collapse was inevitable.

Some lost consciousness midair and were torn apart by the raging energy currents.

Others didn't even make it to the ground before the shockwaves snapped their spines.

Many didn't even have time to scream before they were killed outright by the pressure.

This wasn't a battle anymore.

It was a desperate struggle to exist, trading life for a few more seconds of resistance.

If it kept going—

The Narlost army wouldn't even have the option to retreat.

Another few brutal, near-uncontrolled collisions followed.

Thunder and flame exploded across the sky.

And when the final shockwave faded—

Raimondrex and Tiberon were both blasted to opposite ends of the heavens.

They managed to stay upright.

But just barely.

Both were gasping for breath, their chests heaving, the overwhelming pressure they once radiated now flickering, barely holding form.

Behind Tiberon—

The sky was empty.

The once-massive army that had blotted out the sun was reduced to a handful of faint life signs.

Only a few lord-tier beings were still standing, and even they were barely holding themselves together.

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