Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 836: Do You Think You Can Rewrite the Laws of This Realm?
Ethan gave a slight nod, eyes flicking rapidly across the data panels.
Namyanna’s racial traits had already evolved far beyond her original merfolk form. She was no longer just a sea-dweller—she was advancing toward something far more powerful: the Queen of Everfrost.
Her command over ice wasn’t just refined—it was instinctive. Natural. Her affinity with the element was leagues above any other ice wielder he’d seen. That monstrous talent was what allowed her to go toe-to-toe with the Frostborn Behemoth—and hold her ground.
A grin tugged at the corner of Ethan’s lips.
This was it.
If he wanted to conquer this world, the fastest way wasn’t brute force—it was unleashing Namyanna. With her power, he could sweep through enemy territories like a winter storm.
He glanced back at the Emerald Castle troops behind him and made a quick decision. The soldiers without ice affinity—he’d send them back. No point dragging them through this frozen hell just to slow things down.
As he began reorganizing the formation, the atmosphere suddenly shifted.
The air trembled.
A violent surge of energy exploded between Namyanna and the white bear, blasting both of them backward.
BOOM!
The shockwave ripped through the sky, tearing at the fabric of space. The battlefield shook as if the world itself had flinched.
Then—without warning—a massive figure appeared.
It grabbed the white bear and vanished into the snowy wasteland in a blink, leaving only swirling frost in its wake.
"What?!" Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Namyanna had clearly gained the upper hand. Just a little more time, and that bear would’ve been down. But someone had stepped in—someone strong enough to break the stalemate in an instant.
Judging by the size and aura, it had to be another of the bear’s kind.
Ethan’s mind raced. He turned to Feylora, trying to make sense of it.
"I thought you said this world had a queen. So why the hell are we running into giant bears instead?"
Feylora frowned, clearly just as confused. "That’s true, Master. When I came here before, I met Queen Elowen’s subordinates—and the queen herself."
She paused, then added, "I think these bears are native to this realm. Locals. We should go see Queen Elowen. Last time, things got messy because we approached too aggressively. But if you go in person, we might be able to clear up the misunderstanding. Maybe even form an alliance."
Ethan’s brows lifted slightly. He hadn’t expected that.
Feylora, defending an outsider?
He gave her a sideways look, voice tinged with suspicion. "How much did Queen Elowen pay you to say that?"
Feylora waved her hands quickly, flustered. "No, no! I’m not defending her! I just think... she’s probably a good person. And she’s Elven. She carries a strong Fairy God aura."
Ethan froze.
His expression shifted, surprise flashing in his eyes.
Fairy God blood?
That was rare—absurdly rare. The Fey Sovereign bloodline was already nearly extinct. And Fairy God lineage? He’d only ever seen it once—Auri.
And now Queen Elowen had it too?
Before he could process that fully, a deep rumble echoed from the distance.
A surge of ice energy erupted into the sky, wild and violent, like a blizzard tearing through the heavens. The cold swept across the land in waves, thick with killing intent.
Ethan’s eyes widened in shock as the surge of ice energy roared across the horizon. Without hesitation, he unleashed his own power, a pulse of force rippling outward as he led his troops in a swift, thunderous charge toward the source.
It didn’t take long before they reached a towering mountain range. The peaks loomed high, jagged and imposing, their snow-covered faces glowing faintly under the pale light. But Ethan didn’t rush in. He raised a hand, signaling the army to halt and conceal themselves among the rocks and ridges.
"Hold position," he ordered. "We watch first."
From their vantage point, they could see the far side of the range—an open plain where raw power clashed like titans in a storm. The air was thick with frost and pressure, the kind that made your breath catch and your skin sting. Even from this distance, Ethan could feel the temperature plummeting, the cold biting into his bones.
And then he saw her.
Floating at the heart of the battlefield, a woman in a flowing white robe hovered above the ground. Her posture was regal, her presence commanding—like she wasn’t just part of this world, but the one holding it together.
Queen Elowen.
There was no mistaking her. Feylora had described her, but words hadn’t done her justice. The sheer force radiating from her made the air ripple. The sky above her shimmered with strange phenomena, as if the world itself bent around her will.
But across from her stood a very different force.
A pack of beasts—half-shifted, not fully humanoid—lined up in formation. Among them was the same white bear Ethan had fought earlier, now flanked by others of its kind. Wolves, tigers, panthers—each one radiating savage strength. Their numbers dwarfed Elowen’s side, and their killing intent was palpable.
In contrast, Elowen’s forces were... underwhelming.
Scattered among her ranks were delicate creatures—rabbits, butterflies, small woodland spirits. Most of them looked like they couldn’t survive a single blow, let alone fight a war. It wasn’t a military force. It was a sanctuary.
The white bear stepped forward, voice dripping with mockery. "Your Majesty, in this world, power rules. You may be stronger than any one of us—but together, we can tear this world apart. We demand you surrender the throne."
Elowen’s expression darkened. Her fury ignited in an instant.
She clenched her jaw, and the power around her surged. The air warped under the pressure, space itself trembling as if it couldn’t contain her wrath.
"Traitors," she said coldly, her voice like a blade of ice. "Do you think you can rewrite the laws of this realm without paying the price?"
The white bear laughed, deep and cruel. "We’re not traitors—we’re revolutionaries. Once you and your little pets are dead, there’ll be no one left to call it betrayal."
Before the last word even faded, he hurled a massive energy sphere into the sky. It spun violently, gathering momentum, then came crashing down toward Queen Elowen like a falling star of frozen death.
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