Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 831: The Demon Awakened

Ethan’s heart skipped a beat.

Something was off.

"This energy draw... it’s hit some kind of threshold," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "This isn’t just about draining power anymore. Something’s waking up."

At that moment—

Morvakar and Aurelion’s expressions twisted into a mix of terror and fury.

"You outsider!" they shouted almost in unison.

"You’ve disrupted the balance of this world’s energy!"

"Who are you? What are you really after?!"

Their voices were raw with rage—and something else. Desperation.

But Ethan just looked at them calmly, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

"This world... it’s too perfect," he said softly. "And you’ve wasted it. Completely. That’s the real shame."

He raised his hand, the swirling vortex of energy still pulsing in his palm.

Then—he drew in the final thread.

And the world cracked.

The space around him convulsed, as if the very framework of reality had been yanked loose.

Ethan lifted his hand, eyes steady, no hesitation.

He pressed down.

BOOM—!

The air thickened instantly, warped by a force too vast to name.

The sky twisted. The ground buckled.

It felt like the entire world was being torn apart, stretched to its limits.

A moment of weightlessness hit, and Ethan’s eyes narrowed against the pressure.

Then came the quake.

Reality itself began to fracture—like glass under a hammer. Cracks spiderwebbed through the air, spreading fast.

And finally—

The isolated world shattered into nothing.

The four great races, along with their skeletal armies, were ripped from their battlefield and hurled into a new realm.

They didn’t react right away.

These were beings who had spent lifetimes adapting to the rhythm of day and night.

Now, under a foreign sun, they stood stunned—lost.

Most of them looked around in panic, unable to process what had just happened.

Especially Morvakar and Aurelion.

The moment sunlight hit them, their bodies began to blacken. Smoke hissed from their skin.

Ssssss—Ssssss—Ssssss—

Ethan stood in the light, unfazed.

He could feel it instantly—this world’s energy was far more compatible with his own.

Without wasting time, he turned and began leading his forces toward the heart of Emerald Castle.

These people?

They were useless to him.

Low-tier races, low-tier minds. He had no interest in folding them into his army.

But then—

A sudden surge of power flared behind him.

Ethan spun around.

Morvakar and Aurelion—

They were evolving?

His eyes narrowed as he watched their bodies swell, glowing with blinding light.

And then—

They fused.

The two ancient enemies merged into a single, massive humanoid form.

The pressure rolling off it was suffocating.

The air thickened.

Energy froze in place.

"What... the hell?" Ethan whispered.

He didn’t attack. Not yet.

He watched.

And then—

It spread.

Other members of the four races began to change as well.

Their bodies grew larger.

Their power spiked wildly.

The two once-warring factions—Daybound and Nightveil—were fusing.

Not just physically, but spiritually.

Their hatred... was dissolving.

In its place—

A force of unity. Relentless. Irresistible.

Soon, the four great races had merged into a single, cohesive entity.

The energy radiating from them was no longer chaotic or divided.

It was something else.

Something sacred.

As if they were being guided—

By a power none of them understood.

"What the hell is going on?" Ethan muttered, frowning as he tried to make sense of the chaos unfolding in front of him.

This was way beyond what he’d expected.

Even as he felt the energy spike, the fused form of Morvakar and Aurelion had already appeared right in front of him.

A massive wave of power burst from the newly born entity, the sheer pressure in the air threatening to crush the space around them.

"Shit—what is this?!" A flicker of alarm crossed Ethan’s eyes. He immediately stepped back, power surging through his body as he summoned an Energy Greatsword into his hand. The blade crackled like lightning, slicing through the air with a sharp hum.

"Finally free of that dead world," the fused figure growled, voice low and ragged, like stone grinding against stone. "Didn’t expect it’d be you who broke the seal."

"In that case—"

"Your life and power are mine."

Ethan didn’t waste time. He triggered a system scan, locking onto the target.

The data came in fast.

This new entity had already reached early-stage Tier 29.

And it was still climbing.

According to the system’s analysis, this being was once a demon of unspeakable evil—so dangerous that the other races had joined forces to seal it away in this world called Bonehell.

To keep it suppressed, the sealers had split its body into four parts, each becoming a separate race. The endless war between them was designed to prevent the demon from ever reuniting its power.

"No wonder..." Ethan’s eyes widened as the pieces finally clicked into place.

He took a deep breath, energy roaring through him. It surged into the Greatsword in his hand, the blade glowing brighter with every heartbeat. With a sharp swing, he unleashed a thunderous arc of sword energy that tore through the air like a bolt of divine judgment.

He wasn’t about to give this thing a chance to stabilize—especially not with how fast its Tier was climbing.

But the demon didn’t even flinch. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

It raised one hand casually, as if catching a breeze—

And caught the Energy Greatsword mid-swing.

With a flick of its wrist, the blade shattered into a thousand glowing shards.

Ethan’s breath hitched.

He hadn’t expected it to be that strong.

Still, his expression didn’t change. The fight was far from over—and he wasn’t out of cards yet.

Sure, the enemy had begun its fusion and evolution.

But Ethan wasn’t afraid.

He’d already summoned a massive goblin force, and they were now locked in brutal combat with the enemy forces.

According to the system, the Primordial Lake was the true source of the demon’s energy. If it had been allowed to fully absorb that power, it would’ve returned to its peak form.

But Ethan had interrupted that process.

He’d drawn out a huge portion of the lake’s energy before the fusion began—cutting off their full recovery.

They weren’t at full strength.

And his goblins were still tearing through their ranks.

Ethan didn’t rush in. Instead, he stepped back and sat calmly on a nearby rock, eyes locked on the battlefield.

He was watching. Calculating.

Then—

A thunderous boom split the sky.

A deafening roar followed, shaking the air as a massive energy wave rolled across the landscape.

Ethan’s instincts flared. He opened the system scan again, eyes narrowing as he analyzed the new threat overhead.

The results made his stomach drop.

The Narlost Empire was back.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," Ethan muttered, eyes flicking from the battlefield to the sky.

Charging in from above—Darian.

One of Narlost’s top-tier powerhouses.

And behind him—an army.

A full-scale force, descending fast, clearly aiming to wipe Emerald Castle off the map.

"Persistent bastards," Ethan said under his breath. "Didn’t learn the first time, huh?"

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