Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 890: When the Sky Picks a Side

Just as Ethan was weighing how to explore the forest without triggering a full-scale disaster—

The sky suddenly twisted.

The once-stable spatial structure warped violently, as if torn open by an invisible giant hand.

A massive spatial vortex ripped into existence high above, its swirling edges crackling with blinding energy.

A second later, warships burst through the rift like a flood of steel.

They poured out in waves, blotting out the sky. Each ship radiated a cold, brutal pressure, their weapon systems locking on targets the instant they emerged.

Their target—

Emerald Castle.

Alarms screamed across the city.

The defense grid surged to life.

Emerald Castle’s main forces launched into the air, forming tight combat formations. Layer upon layer of energy shields snapped into place. The atmosphere turned razor-sharp in an instant.

Then a voice boomed across the sky, amplified by a wide-range energy broadcast—heavy with dominance and greed:

"There it is—Ignara’s aura is here."

"All units, move in."

"Whoever brings me the Phoenix Queen’s head gets a top-tier energy stone."

The voice was like something dragged from the abyss, dripping with raw bloodlust.

The sky itself seemed to tremble under the weight of it.

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

The pursuit had come faster than expected.

He’d known this was coming the moment he chose to shelter Phoenix Queen Ignara. He just hadn’t expected them to be this bold—this shamelessly direct with their bounty.

More importantly—

He knew this fleet wasn’t necessarily acting under the Phoenix Empire alone.

According to Azrath and the others, a darker, more dangerous force had been lurking behind the scenes—one that had long wanted Ignara dead. They’d only held back because of her undying flame.

But now— 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Someone had clearly decided the risk was worth it.

Ethan didn’t flinch.

If anything, a cold, focused battle intent crystallized inside him.

Emerald Castle was no longer the weakling it once was.

His aura surged outward, and the weapons systems on his Powered Combat Armor roared to life. Energy circuits lit up across the armor’s surface, glowing with lethal brilliance.

Ethan rose into the air, positioning himself at the front of the defensive line.

His voice thundered through the energy field, sharp and commanding:

"Who are you?"

"You dare violate Emerald Castle’s airspace?"

As he spoke, a massive Energy Disc formed in front of him, spinning at high speed. The space around it vibrated with a deep, ominous hum.

The enemy didn’t even pretend to take his warning seriously.

The fleet shifted formation slightly.

And from the center, a man stepped forward—floating effortlessly in the air, clad in dark battle armor.

In his hand, he held a twisted staff, its tip leaking waves of shadowy energy that pulsed like it was tethered to something... otherworldly.

"So you’re the lord of Emerald Castle?"

His gaze was full of disdain, sizing Ethan up like he was nothing more than an obstacle.

"Here’s my advice—"

"Hand over that filthy woman now."

"Or you and your precious Emerald Castle will vanish from this world together."

Ethan let out a cold snort.

The killing intent in his eyes flared like a spark catching dry tinder—sudden, sharp, and blazing hot.

"I’ve seen plenty of uninvited bastards like you," he said, voice low and razor-edged. "They all said the same thing you just did. But in the end—"

"All that was left of them was ash."

The air tightened like a drawn bowstring.

The man across from him visibly flinched at the pressure, his expression darkening a beat later.

He hadn’t expected this. A lord from a low-tier Plane World, standing his ground and throwing the challenge right back in his face?

Unacceptable.

No more words.

He slowly raised his staff and gave it a subtle twist in the air.

Hummmm—

Space tore open again, this time not from brute force, but from something deeper—colder. A vast, frigid energy surged out from the staff, not from a single source, but like a flood pouring in from another world entirely.

The sky trembled.

The energy condensed fast, forming a colossal phantom of a white dragon. Its body stretched across the clouds, scales like sculpted ice, radiating a suffocating, ancient pressure.

Almost simultaneously—

The Energy Disc spinning in front of Ethan kicked into overdrive. Its edges flared with blinding arcs of light, the cutting force so sharp it visibly tore at the surrounding space.

Then—

BOOM!

The two forces collided head-on.

The sky shook like it had been punched by a god. A shockwave exploded outward, flattening clouds and warping the air.

For the first few seconds, they were evenly matched.

The white dragon’s head clashed with the Energy Disc, locked in a brutal stalemate. Space collapsed and reformed around them in violent ripples, unstable energy waves pulsing out in every direction.

But then—

Cracks began to spider across the Energy Disc’s core.

Its spin slowed.

The glow dimmed.

And finally, with a deep, shattering boom—

The Energy Disc broke apart.

Ethan’s breath hitched, just for a moment.

This was the first time he’d felt it—this opponent’s power was far beyond what he’d anticipated.

He was already rerouting his energy circuits when—

A white blur shot in from the flank.

A surge of raw power exploded midair, forming the phantom of a massive white lion. It bounded through the sky, limbs pounding the air like solid ground, a mythic beast crashing down with unstoppable force.

It slammed into the white dragon’s side.

Caught off guard, the enemy was forced to retreat several steps, barely dodging a direct hit.

"Leonis?" the man muttered, narrowing his eyes.

Then he smirked.

"Well, well. The great White Lion War God, hiding out in a backwater Plane World? Looks like you’ve been reduced to someone else’s bodyguard."

His tone dripped with mockery.

"You didn’t have to stoop this low. If you just crawled back to Lord Drake and begged, maybe he’d let you reclaim your precious title."

Leonis rolled his shoulders slowly.

His joints cracked like thunder, muscles bulging beneath his armor like coiled steel.

"You bloodline-climbing mutt," he said coldly. "You don’t get to offer me terms."

His eyes were blades.

"If it weren’t for the dragon blood in your veins, Qinglong would’ve never lifted you up. But you? You were never worthy of it."

"Today, I’ll show you what despair really feels like."

The moment the words left his mouth—

Leonis unleashed his full power.

BOOM—

The sky shattered like glass under a titan’s footstep. Energy surged in a tidal wave, clouds torn apart in an instant. Space itself twisted and buckled, warping visibly under the sheer force of his release.