Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 863: The Throne Doesn’t Stay Empty
Aurelkar tried to reverse the process.
Tried to seize control of the body.
But he realized too late—
This wasn’t an empty shell he’d invaded.
There were already two core wills deeply bound to the host, fused with Ethan’s bloodline in a stable, closed resonance loop.
And this new hybrid energy?
It was the worst possible environment for him—unstable, incompatible, and lethally hostile.
He’d made a fatal mistake.
If he’d chosen to fight head-on, he still would’ve held the upper hand.
But instead, he chose to invade.
To deconstruct himself, expose his essence, and attempt fusion.
He’d walked straight into a meat grinder.
As time passed, more and more of his particles were crushed, absorbed, and converted.
Every shred of energy devoured was fed back into Ethan’s body.
His power level kept climbing.
The armor’s structural integrity kept reinforcing.
The fusion module inside the Powered Combat Armor pushed past its previous limits, operating at full overload.
Until finally—
The majority of the black particles disintegrated completely.
Only a few scattered remnants remained, sealed inert on the armor’s surface.
The air fell silent again.
That unsettling, distorted scream was gone—completely.
Ethan let out a slow breath.
He knew—
Aurelkar was dead.
Truly, irreversibly dead.
He slowly curled his fingers into a fist.
The power still surged inside him, wild and untamed, like a sea split open by lightning—still churning, still alive.
It wasn’t just strength.
It was something more—
A feeling like he could swallow the sky whole.
The last of the black particles drifted in the air like fine ash.
Ethan raised his hand, fingers closing gently.
VMMM—
Space warped with invisible gravity.
The remaining particles were pulled in, compressed, and devoured in an instant, surging into his body as one final burst of energy.
In that moment—
His aura exploded again.
Blood roared in his veins.
Bones thrummed with power.
Even the air around him warped, collapsing inward in subtle ripples.
He could feel it—clear as day.
He now stood firmly at the peak of Tier 30.
One step away from breaking into an entirely new realm.
Ethan lifted his head.
His gaze cut through the swirling chaos of energy, sweeping across the battlefield below.
The fight was still locked in a brutal stalemate.
Both sides clashing, bleeding, burning.
If it dragged on, Emerald Castle would eventually be worn down.
Unless—
They severed the enemy’s core strength.
His eyes locked onto a figure in the chaos.
A tall man, unmistakable.
A yellow gemstone embedded in his forehead burned like a third eye, constantly flaring with golden energy.
Every breath he took unleashed a pulse of radiant force.
Even Elira and Ataneya, fighting together, could only barely hold him at bay.
They couldn’t overpower him.
The next instant—
Space twisted.
Ethan appeared directly in front of the man.
Violent energy surged around him. Dozens of Energy Discs formed from the void, orbiting him like glowing rings around a star, spinning slowly with a deep, ominous hum.
"Elira," he said, voice calm but charged with power, "fall back."
Elira froze.
She looked up at Ethan almost on instinct.
And in that moment—she forgot to breathe.
What she felt wasn’t just the presence of a powerful fighter.
It was something deeper. Heavier.
A pressure that made you want to lower your head without thinking.
Like standing at the eye of a storm.
Like the lingering echo of divinity that hadn’t fully faded.
"Aurelkar...?" she asked quietly, almost without realizing it.
But the words barely left her lips before the answer hit her.
Her throat tightened.
Ethan simply raised a hand, motioning for them to fall back.
Neither she nor Ataneya hesitated. They pulled out of the combat zone immediately.
Across from them, the tall man had gone rigid.
He stared at Ethan, pupils contracting sharply.
That aura...
That frequency...
It carried the unmistakable signature of His Majesty’s destructive resonance.
"You... what did you do to His Majesty?!"
His voice cracked, trembling with disbelief.
Ethan didn’t answer.
He just lowered his hand slightly.
And in that instant—
The Energy Discs orbiting him dropped all at once.
Like falling stars.
The air screamed as they tore through it.
The man scrambled to raise a barrier—
Layered, reinforced, glowing with defensive runes.
But the moment the first disc touched it—
The shield shattered like glass.
The second disc hit.
Then the third.
No resistance.
One of the glowing rings punched straight through his chest, slamming him into the deck like a nail through steel.
Metal and energy exploded on impact.
"This... this is impossible... your power... it shouldn’t be at this level..."
Blood poured from his mouth.
His mind unraveled.
Ethan walked forward, slow and steady.
His footsteps echoed across the fractured deck—each one hammering into the man’s nerves.
He raised his hand again.
Energy surged to his palm.
No flourish.
No speech.
Just raw, crushing force.
The next moment—
His palm came down.
BOOM—!!
The entire section of deck caved in.
The man’s body was obliterated in the blast—nothing left. Not even a trace.
Ethan didn’t stop walking.
His gaze swept across the battlefield like a hawk locking onto prey.
The next instant, he vanished.
Energy tore through the air.
Discs fell like judgment.
With every flash of movement, another enemy commander fell.
The rhythm of the battlefield shifted—violently.
By the time the last high-ranking officer hit the ground, the Narlost formation finally cracked.
Emerald Castle’s commanders, once pinned down, were suddenly free—
Unleashed like beasts unchained.
They tore into the remaining enemy forces without mercy.
Firepower surged.
Formations collapsed.
And panic began to spread through the Narlost ranks like wildfire.
Ethan didn’t look back.
His focus was locked on the heart of the Doomsday Ark—the core chamber.
That was the true engine of this war.
The corridor ahead was lit with a cold, sterile glow. The metal walls still trembled faintly, humming with the residual energy of the Ark’s main cannon.
He stepped through the threshold of the core sector—
BOOM!!
Two massive figures burst from side compartments at once.
Towering guards, built like walking fortresses.
Their bodies were wrapped in scaled armor, muscles bulging like forged steel—clearly designed for close-quarters combat and brute-force defense.
They didn’t hesitate.
Both lunged at Ethan in perfect sync.
Ethan didn’t even slow down.
Two Energy Discs slid from his palms, slicing outward like twin crescent moons.
In the blink of an eye—
Armor shattered.
Chests caved in.
The two hulking bodies were launched backward, slamming into the metal walls with bone-crushing force. Neither had time to scream. They were dead before they hit the ground.
Silence returned.
Ethan stepped into the core control chamber.
It looked like a floating metal sanctum—layer upon layer of glowing circuits and control arrays rotating in slow, deliberate motion.
He exhaled, releasing the last traces of Aurelkar’s energy frequency from within.
A unique sovereign signature.
The moment it touched the air—
The control platform lit up.
The locked authority layers began to unravel, one after another.
Recognition.
Matching.
Authorization transfer.
The entire Doomsday Ark—
Its systems, its weapons, its command protocols—
Shifted, as if an invisible hand had just passed the throne to a new master.
