Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 840: You Shouldn’t Have Betrayed Your Queen

Ethan gave a small nod, the pieces finally clicking into place.

His eyes gleamed, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "So those Everfrost ores can boost power that much… If we can get our hands on them, Emerald Castle's strength will skyrocket. We need to start collecting them—fast."

Up above, Namyanna and the snow leopard were still locked in a brutal standoff. The leopard's attacks were fierce, but Namyanna's power held firm, matching it blow for blow.

Ethan knew this was the moment. No hesitation.

He blinked behind the snow leopard in a flash of movement, unleashing a surge of raw power. His weapon came down hard, slamming into the beast's back with bone-cracking force.

"RAAAGH—!"

The snow leopard let out a piercing scream, its body convulsing as the energy it had gathered scattered like shattered glass.

Namyanna's frost magic surged in that instant, wrapping around the beast like a vice.

Ice formed instantly, spreading across its body, and then—

CRACK!

The snow leopard was torn apart, shredded by the merciless cold. It didn't even have time to resist.

But Ethan didn't relax.

His gaze swept the battlefield, sharp and cold. He raised his arm and pointed toward the remaining beasts, his voice like a blade. "Wipe them out. All of them."

The command had barely left his mouth when the warriors surged forward like a storm unleashed. Energy flared from every direction, a wave of fury crashing down on the enemy.

The beasts, already shaken, were now fully gripped by panic. Their eyes were wide with terror.

They'd thought the Everfrost ores would make them unstoppable—that they could crush anything in their path. But now they were facing something far worse: enemies stronger, faster, and far more ruthless than they'd expected.

In seconds, the tide turned into a slaughter.

The beasts were overwhelmed, torn apart by the relentless assault. A few tried to surrender, but Ethan didn't give them the chance. Their pleas died in their throats—cut short by a single, clean strike.

No mercy. No hesitation.

With the battlefield cleared, the Emerald Castle forces regrouped and followed Queen Elowen deeper into the mysterious valley ahead.

But the moment they stepped into the shadowed gorge, two massive snow wolves leapt out from the darkness.

They snarled, eyes glowing with hostility, muscles coiled to strike. One of them growled, voice low and threatening. "Who are you? This is our territory. Trespassers die."

Queen Elowen narrowed her eyes. A wave of pressure rolled off her like a silent storm. She stepped forward, calm but radiating danger.

"Look closely," she said, her voice like ice. "Do you know who I am?"

The wolves hesitated—but only for a moment.

Of course they recognized her. But fear? That was long gone. Their loyalty no longer belonged to her. Their hearts beat for the white bear clan now.

One of them sneered. "You think you're still queen of this world? That title means nothing now. We'll show you what real power looks like."

They lunged.

Energy exploded around them as they leapt into the air, and above them, massive spectral wolf forms took shape—towering, monstrous, their presence warping the very air. Cracks split the sky, space itself trembling under the pressure.

Ethan's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected beasts this strong to be hiding here—and they were openly challenging Queen Elowen?

He was about to move when—

Queen Elowen stepped forward.

Her power erupted like a tidal wave, crashing outward in a devastating surge. The spectral wolves didn't even have time to react. Her energy slammed into them, crushing their forms into fragments.

BOOM!

The explosion shook the heavens.

The world itself seemed to bow to her presence. Energy from the land, the air, the very sky surged toward her, flooding into her body.

She stood tall, calm, and utterly dominant.

The queen had returned.

The snow wolves' bones cracked under the pressure, their bodies twisting, warping. The sound of tearing flesh echoed through the valley.

They howled in agony, their voices filled with terror and regret.

"No! Please—stop! We were wrong! Spare us!"

Queen Elowen stared down at them, her voice cold and heavy with authority. "You filthy mutts. I took you in when no one else would. Gave you shelter. Watched you grow from helpless pups into what you are now. And this is how you repay me? With betrayal?"

Her tone dropped even lower, the fury in her eyes impossible to hide.

Without another word, she unleashed her full power.

A thunderous burst of energy exploded from her body.

The snow wolves didn't even have time to scream. Their bodies were torn apart instantly—blood and flesh scattered across the frozen ground. Even their souls were shredded, erased without a trace.

With the traitors dealt with, Queen Elowen stepped deeper into the heart of the mine. Her stride was light, confident—still carrying the presence of the queen who once ruled everything.

But as she entered the frost-covered cavern, the air turned razor-sharp with cold.

Ethan shivered, the chill cutting straight through his bones and settling deep in his chest.

Auri, on the other hand, seemed to come alive in the cold. She drifted out from within Ethan, her eyes glowing with hunger and awe.

She was drawn to the ice—no, more than that. She was resonating with it. The frost energy called to her like it was part of her.

"You…" Ethan murmured, feeling the pull inside him grow stronger. "This energy… it's different for you, isn't it?"

He stepped forward, stopping in front of a massive ice-blue crystal at the center of the cavern.

The crystal pulsed with a mesmerizing glow, radiating a cold so pure it was almost intoxicating. Ethan placed his palm gently against its surface.

In that instant, a surge of spiritual energy rushed into him.

It was clean, powerful, and overwhelming. His body drank it in, his strength rising rapidly—his level climbing with every second.

But the energy didn't stop with him.

It flowed like a current, spiraling into Auri. Her body trembled as she absorbed it, her breathing quickening, her aura flaring wildly.

She was losing control.

Ethan could feel the torrent of power moving through him, his skin frosting over with a thin layer of ice. But instead of pain, he felt… aligned. Like the cold recognized him. Welcomed him.

The energy was intense, but it didn't hurt. It built inside him, layer by layer, like a storm gathering strength.

Queen Elowen watched from nearby, her brows knitting in concern. Even she wouldn't dare absorb this much frost energy so recklessly. It was enough to tear a normal person apart.

But Ethan stood there, calm and steady, as if the power belonged to him.

Her gaze sharpened, a flicker of disbelief crossing her face. "What are you doing? Stop! That much energy—your body can't handle it!"

Ethan didn't respond right away. His eyes remained closed, his breathing even.

Right now, his body was just a conduit. Auri was the one truly absorbing the power. He was simply the bridge.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty," he said softly, his voice steady. "I carry the power of the Fairy God. This frost energy won't harm me."

There was no arrogance in his tone—just quiet certainty. Like he knew exactly what his body could take.

Queen Elowen froze.

She stepped forward and gently placed her hand on his wrist, letting her own energy flow into him, scanning his condition.

Her eyes widened.

She hadn't expected this.

"My gods…" she whispered. "You have the blood of the Fairy God in you. That bloodline was supposed to be extinct. I thought I was the only one left in this world who carried it. But you…"

She trailed off, stunned.