Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory

Chapter 1159: No Brotherhood in War

Feylora didn’t try to trade blows head-on.

Her wings snapped open with a single beat, and her body flickered through the air in rapid, shifting angles.

The silver sphere kept locking onto her aura—but every time Maldrake tried to bring the attack down, Feylora would borrow the Primordial Force itself to change her position, making his lock-on miss.

Her speed wasn’t just fast.

It was like she was riding the world’s power—slipping from point to point on currents only she could feel.

A few breaths later, Feylora had already appeared above and to Maldrake’s side.

She brought her hands together in front of her. Behind her, every rune-feather on those wings lit up at once. The Fey Sovereign’s power surged from inside her, merging with this world’s Primordial Force—and in the sky, it condensed into a gigantic golden eye.

It hovered beneath the cloud layer, so huge it looked like an energy fortress hanging in the air.

The pupil was made of golden runes. Along its edge, dozens of elemental forces rotated slowly in orbit.

The moment it formed, every Creature Dwelling on the mine shivered with faint resonance, and even the camp’s shield was dyed with a thin wash of gold.

Maldrake’s face finally changed.

He hadn’t expected Feylora to be able to push the Fey Sovereign’s power to this level.

Panicking, he yanked back every strand of Primordial Force he could still command. The silver sphere in his hand warped and unfolded, transforming into a massive silver energy barrier.

Layer after layer spread out, stacking in front of him.

At the same time, the light in the center of the golden eye flared to its absolute limit.

A thick golden beam erupted from the pupil and slammed straight toward Maldrake. As it cut through the sky, the surrounding space was pressed into a perfectly straight channel, and all stray energy was forcibly shoved aside by rune authority.

The next instant, the golden beam struck the silver barrier.

Crack!

A sharp, brittle shattering rang across the heavens.

Maldrake’s silver shield held for only a single breath before countless fractures spidered across its surface.

Those cracks raced from the impact point to the edges—and then the entire barrier detonated, exploding into sheets of silver light that blasted outward.

The golden beam didn’t weaken in the slightest.

It punched through the shattered shield and speared Maldrake head-on.

A massive hollow was blown through the silver giant’s chest. The beam burst out his back and kept going, ripping open the distant cloudbank behind him.

Maldrake’s body locked in midair. Silver light on his skin flickered violently, and the Primordial Force he’d been commanding snapped loose in that moment.

Wild power rippled outward. The atmosphere of heaven and earth twisted sharply, as if the world itself had taken a hard breath.

And the instant Maldrake’s strength faltered, his control over the Primordial Force collapsed with it.

The world’s power that had been rotating around him lost its anchor. After a brief, stunned pause, it surged in the opposite direction—

Toward Feylora.

Feylora’s wings spread wider again.

One golden rune after another ignited. The Fey Sovereign’s power was shoved to a higher tier by that flood of fresh Primordial Force, and the dozens of elements she’d accumulated inside her chose that same instant to erupt together.

Maldrake tried to retreat.

Then he realized he couldn’t move.

The Primordial Force that had once obeyed him had already switched sides.

Silver light peeled off his body layer by layer, as if an invisible hand were tearing it away. The world-force flowing through the air, the mine, and the cracks in the sky all bypassed him, streaming into the golden runic wings behind Feylora.

The hollow in Maldrake’s chest—pierced by the golden beam—kept widening.

He raised a hand, trying to seize the power draining away.

The moment his fingers reached out, the surrounding Primordial Force turned on him, pressing down on his arm and pinning him in midair like a specimen on a board.

The force that had once been his greatest reliance...

had become his shackles.

Feylora hovered in front of him. The massive golden eye behind her still hadn’t faded.

Its pupil turned slowly. Layer after layer of golden runes lit up, as if the entire sky were staring Maldrake down.

She didn’t rush to finish him.

She just looked at him.

And the longer she waited, the more obvious the panic became on Maldrake’s face.

"Wait!"

The cold hardness finally broke out of Maldrake’s voice.

"We can both control this world’s Primordial Force. That proves we’re the same race. If you kill me, it’s like killing your own brother."

He forced sincerity into his tone, but the silver energy bleeding nonstop from the hole in his chest sold him out completely.

"Do you really want to be that cruel?"

For a single breath, the air above the mine went silent.

A lot of Emerald Castle soldiers looked up.

Anyone could tell Maldrake was terrified. The "same race," the "brotherhood"—it sounded less like truth and more like the last straw a drowning man grabbed right before the end.

Feylora’s expression didn’t change at all.

There was no pity in her eyes. No hesitation, either.

To her, being able to command Primordial Force had never been the standard for deciding who counted as an ally.

And besides—Maldrake had just tried to kill her. He’d tried to take the mine back. He’d been ready to grind everyone in Emerald Castle into dust.

If he wanted to talk about brotherhood, he was too late.

Feylora lifted her hand.

The Fey Sovereign’s power unfurled from her palm. Golden runes merged with Primordial Force into a heavy tide of light that pressed straight down on Maldrake. It wasn’t a single-point strike.

It was the power of an entire world compressing inward.

Maldrake’s pupils blew wide. The last scraps of silver light around him shook violently, thrashing like a trapped animal.

But he couldn’t break free.

The golden tide hit—crushing his arms first, then rolling across his chest, then swallowing the rest of him whole. Silver energy was torn apart strand by strand. Flesh, bone, even that light-formed structure making up his body—everything was ground down under Primordial Force.

The next instant, Maldrake exploded midair.

Chunks of meat and silver light-scales sprayed downward, raining toward the mine.

The silver glow above the mine went out completely.

Ethan watched, his gaze fixed on Feylora, not moving for a long time.

He’d known she was growing. He’d known the Fey Sovereign’s power wasn’t simple.

But he hadn’t expected this.

An overlord who could command the world’s Primordial Force... and Feylora hadn’t even given him a chance to run.

This wasn’t just a "stronger than before" kind of improvement.

She was starting to touch the authority of this world itself.

Ethan was about to head over—

When the distant sky changed again.

Large patches of silver light flared deep within the clouds.

Then, one after another, dimensional rifts tore open around the mine. Silver radiance flowed along the edges, like the sky had been forcibly ripped apart by some higher power.

An army of silver-lit figures marched out in waves, floating into positions across the heavens and hemming in the temporary camp Emerald Castle had just raised.

Emerald Castle snapped into combat readiness.

Fallen Star Guard raised their weapons. The energy cores of the Powered Combat Armor units lit one after another. Defensive array patterns around the temporary Creature Dwellings spun up immediately.

The soldiers who’d been absorbing the mine’s energy all rose into the air, formations spreading along the outside of the camp’s shield.

The atmosphere went taut in a single instant.