Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 845: You Don’t Get to Leave

"What?!" Ethan's pupils shrank, his heart nearly stopping.

The energy radiating from that spear was overwhelming—if he took it head-on, it would tear him apart. And with the weapon locked onto him, there was no time to dodge. He had no choice but to meet it headfirst.

He gritted his teeth and summoned every ounce of remaining power, forming a massive Energy Disc in midair and hurling it with all his strength.

The two forces collided with a deafening crack, the impact splitting the sky. The explosion ripped through the air, sending shockwaves in every direction.

For a moment, the clash held—Ethan's Energy Disc managing to stall the spear's advance. But it came at a cost. That single attack had drained nearly everything he had left. Repeating it? Not happening.

Meanwhile, Ardun stood untouched, his energy still flowing like a bottomless well. Without pause, he conjured another spear, its form pulsing with lethal intent.

"You're nothing but a lowly insect," Ardun sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You don't deserve the power of Emerald Castle. From now on, it belongs to me."

The new spear locked onto Ethan again, its tip glowing as it charged straight for his chest—fast, precise, and deadly.

But just as it launched, a violent surge of energy tore through the sky.

Ataneya appeared like a thunderclap, her body streaking across the battlefield in a blur. Her tail lashed through the air, stirring a vortex of elemental energy behind her.

A massive orb of raw elemental force formed at her back, then shot forward like a cannonball, intercepting Ardun's spear mid-flight.

"What?!" Ardun's eyes widened in shock. He hadn't expected Ataneya to unleash that kind of power.

He scrambled to raise a barrier, summoning a dense wall of energy just in time to block the incoming blast.

The impact rocked him. Though the shield held, his expression twisted—tight with strain.

Each of Ataneya's elemental orbs carried devastating force. They weren't just powerful—they were pure, refined, and relentless. And they were locking him down.

The fusion of earth spirit energy and elemental force in her attacks created something far more dangerous than Ardun had anticipated. For the first time, he felt real pressure.

"Master," Ataneya said calmly, her voice steady and cold. "Fall back and recover. I'll handle this one."

Power surged from her body as she spoke. Her tail whipped through the air, drawing in multicolored elemental energy that spiraled upward, forming an even larger orb than before.

With a roar, she hurled it at Ardun.

The sheer force of the attack caught him off guard. He raised another barrier, but this time, it buckled under the weight of her assault. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface.

He was still holding, but barely—and now, he was stuck.

Ethan took the opening.

He steadied his breath, forced his body to move, and led the rest of his squad straight into the enemy camp.

Ardun was powerful, yes—but his soldiers? Not even close.

In seconds, Ethan and his team tore through the enemy ranks. The camp descended into chaos.

Only a handful of soldiers managed to mount any kind of resistance—and even they were quickly overwhelmed.

Ardun froze.

He hadn't expected Ethan to counterattack so fast—let alone strike directly at his army.

By the time he realized what was happening, it was already too late.

Thousands of his troops were dead. His forces were collapsing. The entire camp was on the verge of annihilation.

Aside from Ardun himself, the highest-tier soldier in his army was only 25Tier. Against Ethan's squad, they were nothing more than cannon fodder.

The defense lines crumbled. The remaining soldiers scattered, panicked and powerless—easy prey.

"RAAAAH!"

Ardun roared in fury. His aura exploded outward, fists clenched tight as a storm of energy swirled around him.

He gathered it into a massive energy sphere and hurled it at Ataneya, trying to break her momentum and shatter her next attack.

But Ataneya didn't flinch.

The energy surging through her body roared like a tidal wave, condensing into a massive Energy Disc that she hurled straight at Ardun's incoming blast.

The two forces collided midair with a thunderous boom, the shockwave ripping through the battlefield. Wind howled in every direction, and the sky itself seemed to tremble.

Even with the clear power gap between them, Ardun still couldn't fully suppress her.

Ataneya's strength wasn't just raw energy—it was rooted in the pure essence of the Earth Spirit. That kind of power wasn't ordinary. It amplified her attacks far beyond what her tier alone would suggest.

Ardun narrowed his eyes, his voice dripping with disdain. "A girl like you… wasting away in a backwater like this?"

His gaze turned greedy. "Come to my empire. I'll give you limitless power. A throne. Everything you could ever want."

Ataneya didn't even blink.

She'd heard this kind of offer before—empty promises wrapped in arrogance. She wasn't interested.

She might've been young, but her loyalty to Ethan was absolute. She'd sworn herself to him, body and soul. Power, contracts, purpose—everything she had was already spoken for.

"You're not worth it," she said coldly.

Her energy surged again. Elemental forces gathered around her, swirling into a new orb—larger, denser, more lethal—and she launched it straight at Ardun.

His eyes widened in alarm.

He barely had time to throw up another barrier, catching the orb just before it hit. The impact rocked him, and though the shield held, it drained him hard.

These attacks weren't breaking through yet—but they were wearing him down fast.

Ethan watched from the ground, eyes sharp. The battle had reached its boiling point.

He and his warriors moved like wolves through the enemy camp, cutting down soldiers with ruthless efficiency.

In less than fifteen minutes, half the enemy force was gone. The rest were cowering in corners, weapons dropped, their will to fight shattered.

Meanwhile, Feylora was tearing through the battlefield in the War Machine.

Under her control, the mech's power was overwhelming. She'd already pinned the enemy mechanoid to the ground, its limbs crushed beneath the War Machine's weight.

As she moved in, Feylora's eyes narrowed. She'd dismantled enough mechanoids to know this one was different.

Its structure was far more advanced than anything they'd captured before—integrated with organic tissue.

"If we can figure out how this tech works…" she murmured, collecting scattered parts with practiced speed, "we might be able to build something even stronger."

With that, she exited the War Machine's control core, letting the mech rest as she secured the components.

The battle was nearly over.

Ethan and the warriors of Emerald Castle had crushed the enemy's resistance. The field was theirs.

Rising into the air, Ethan's gaze locked onto Ardun. His eyes were sharp as blades, his aura flaring with lethal intent.

Without hesitation, he gathered every ounce of power he had left, condensed it into a single strike, and hurled it down.

The blast hit Ardun dead-on.

The force slammed him into the mountainside, stone and dirt exploding outward as the ground quaked beneath the impact.

Ardun's face twisted in shock and fear.

He hadn't expected Ethan to fight so dirty—to rally his allies and strike together without warning.

He barely had time to react. The combined force shattered his defenses and tore through his body like wildfire.

A scream tore from his throat as pain exploded through him. He tried to resist, but the energy had already burrowed deep, ripping through muscle and bone.

He was done.

Desperate, Ardun opened a spatial rift midair, trying to escape before the next blow landed.

But Ethan and his team were already on him.

The moment the portal opened, their attacks surged forward, tearing it apart before it could stabilize.

Ethan didn't wait.

He dove through the collapsing rift, grabbed Ardun by the collar, and yanked him back out—dragging him into the open like a prize ripped from the jaws of retreat.