Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory

Chapter 1133: Where Oceans Answer

Drazareth’s breathing turned ragged in an instant.

He stared at the energy sphere Kaelira was bringing down, and the last scrap of hope in his eyes evaporated.

That question hadn’t earned him an explanation. It hadn’t earned him even the slightest hesitation. Kaelira didn’t spare him so much as an extra glance—she answered him the only way she cared to.

With an attack.

She was on Ethan’s side.

And she was on it without the slightest wavering.

Drazareth clenched his jaw. One energy line after another lit up across the surface of his Powered Combat Armor.

The snow-white gemstone in his forehead blazed. Blood-red Netherflame surged out from his shoulders, his back, the gaps between his arms—and then several even more complicated streams of power were forcibly dragged up from deep inside the armor.

At this point, he didn’t dare hold anything back.

Boom!

Drazareth shoved everything forward. Blood-red flame, the armor’s output, the strange pulling force from the white gem—together they congealed into a thick, heavy defensive wall in front of him.

Kaelira’s descending energy sphere smashed into it head-on.

The two forces ground against each other in midair, and a harsh screeeee tore out—like metal on glass, like a thousand tiny blades scraping the surface of space.

That sound rippled outward between them.

The cracks in the sky stretched longer under the friction. Blood-red light and sand-hued power twisted together—one moment Drazareth’s Netherflame surged outward, the next Kaelira’s dimensional power slammed it back down.

Their energies were tangled too tightly. From a distance, the watching elites could only see a violently distorted mass of light, impossible to tell who was winning inside it.

Ethan stood not far away, eyes slightly narrowed.

Clear, almost transparent lightning seeped silently from his shoulders, down his arms, off his fingertips—forming an impossibly thin layer of electric glow around his body. He didn’t jump in yet, but his posture had already shifted into a state where he could strike at any second.

The moment Drazareth showed signs of posing a lethal threat to Kaelira, Ethan would intervene immediately.

At the same time, the System’s combat feedback kept pouring into Ethan’s mind.

Drazareth’s output. The Powered Combat Armor’s load fluctuations. The snow-white gemstone’s pulling frequency. Netherflame’s stability. The dimensional waveforms released by the blood-red scepter in Kaelira’s hand—

All of it broke down into clean, readable data tracks.

Watching the numbers move, the chill in Ethan’s eyes eased a fraction.

As the clash dragged on, Desert Queen Kaelira began to take the upper hand.

Each time the blood-red scepter pressed down, Drazareth’s defensive wall caved inward a little more.

Sand-colored energy lifted from below. The scepter’s power crushed from the front. And that strange purplish-red force—thin as needles—kept slipping through the seams in Drazareth’s defense, seeping into his body bit by bit.

Drazareth’s movements started to slow.

The energy lines on his shoulder plating flickered and stuttered. Even the snow-white gem on his forehead stopped pulsing with the same steady rhythm as before.

After that purplish-red power entered him, it didn’t explode right away. It spread along his energy channels instead, clinging to them—making every attempt to mobilize power feel heavier, more expensive, like his own strength had turned against him.

Ethan finally let out a quiet breath.

At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before Kaelira crushed Drazareth completely.

Then—

A figure burst in from the side.

Fast. Too fast.

He used the rolling waves of light from Drazareth and Kaelira’s clash as cover, skirting around the main battle zone instead of charging straight through it, and shot directly toward Desert Queen Kaelira.

His intent was obvious.

He was aiming for the opening created while Kaelira was fully committed to suppressing Drazareth.

Ethan’s brows snapped together.

These people really had no shame.

A sneak attack in the middle of a head-on fight—no pretense, no restraint, just pure opportunism.

"Disgusting."

He spat the word under his breath, and the transparent lightning around him surged. He was about to lunge out and intercept—

When a watery blue flash leapt up from the other side, cutting directly across the attacker’s path.

Namyanna.

She gripped a trident, long hair lifting in the damp air, a dense oceanic presence rolling off her in waves. She glanced back at Ethan once, confidence plain in her tone.

"Master, you don’t need to waste your hands on this one. I can handle him."

Before Ethan could answer, she swept the trident sideways and charged straight into the ambusher.

This world was connected to the Oblivion Sea.

Even with Elysion’s underlying framework shattered—whole regions collapsed into ruin—an endless ocean still existed here, stretching beyond sight.

Sea wind swept in from afar. Moisture hung thick in the air. And deep within it, the ocean’s power began to wake up, strand by strand, the moment Namyanna moved.

For her, this was home turf.

She swung her trident.

Ferocious tidal force poured from the tip. It started as a single stream of watery blue light—then, in the blink of an eye, it ballooned into a sky-piercing pillar of surf-bright radiance that rammed straight into the clouds.

The tide spun and expanded in midair, condensing fast into a massive phantom of a sea-god giant.

It held a matching trident. Its body was built from seawater, glacial light, and raw tidal energy. With a single motion, mist swallowed huge swaths of the sky.

Then the sea-god phantom lowered its head.

It drove the trident forward—

And that annihilating tidal might wrapped the charging powerhouse completely, swallowing him whole.

Ethan watched, the corner of his mouth lifting into something cold.

He casually opened the System and swept his gaze over the man who’d just jumped out.

Thalzorak.

A data panel unfolded immediately.

Based on the System’s readout, Thalzorak really wasn’t weak.

He controlled void water-element power—a rare, specialized ability that let him gather water elements from the void and the air in an instant and bend them to his will.

As long as there was moisture nearby, he could draw power from every direction... even use void fissures to widen his attack range.

On paper, it sounded nasty.

In front of Namyanna, though? It wasn’t that special.

Namyanna didn’t command ordinary water elements.

She commanded the ocean itself.

The moisture hanging in the air was, in a sense, already part of the sea’s domain. And on top of that, she carried extreme ice aura—cold enough to bite through energy.

When ocean power fused with that kind of frost, the result wasn’t just "stronger water."

It was a different class of destruction entirely.

That was exactly why Namyanna’s strength kept climbing higher and higher in an environment like this.

Boom!

Namyanna’s tidal force collided head-on with Thalzorak’s void water-element power.

Watery blue radiance and dark, void-tinted currents detonated in midair. Vast sheets of moisture were blasted into white fog—only for the following surge of energy to tear the mist apart like paper.