Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 1033: They Found Something First

Ethan watched the ashes drift apart, and the corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a strange curve.

This was a clean opening victory.

More importantly, he'd used it to confirm a weakness in the people here.

That discovery was worth far more than simply winning a single fight.

He didn't linger. The moment his mind settled, he immediately ordered the fleet to advance.

After a brief reorganization, Emerald Castle's army restarted. The massive formation pushed through that still-trembling region and continued deeper into Elysion.

It wasn't long before they arrived above a set of ruins.

That place was clearly not something nature had made.

Even now, collapsed and broken, the ground still held large stretches of intact foundational structure. Shattered stone pillars, snapped wall segments, and toppled platforms lay scattered everywhere—enough to tell that this had once been an astonishingly vast complex.

Only time had been too long. Power had faded. Glory had been buried under layers of dust and cracks, until it became the abandoned sight it was now.

Ethan didn't waste time on sentiment.

His eyes swept the area, and he made a decision at once.

These ruins were perfect as a temporary foothold. Centered here, the surrounding plains were wide and empty, with open sightlines and little cover. Once the fleet set up camp, it would be easy to spread a defensive line along the perimeter.

Whether for holding ground or for the next push forward, this place fit.

Orders went down in layers, and Emerald Castle moved immediately.

Some checked the terrain. Some adjusted the fleet's anchoring positions. Others started arranging defenses around the outside.

The empty, silent ruins were quickly filled with marching footsteps, the whine of energy systems coming online, and the constant churn of machinery.

But as everyone worked, Feylora suddenly started acting… wrong.

It was like she couldn't hear anything around her. Her eyes went unfocused, her steps lighter than usual. As if something were tugging on her, she threaded through broken stone and collapsed walls, walking step by step toward the very center of the ruins.

Ethan noticed almost immediately.

Before he could speak, the power inside Feylora burst out first.

It wasn't an aggressive flare, but a sudden, forceful release. The energy in her body spread outward and collided with the runes in the ruins that should've been dead for ages.

In the next instant, the abandoned runes buried in stone faces, wall bodies, and foundation slabs lit up all at once.

One after another.

The light started faint—then grew brighter and brighter, like something that had been sleeping too long being dragged awake from the depths.

Ethan's heart tightened.

His first thought was that something had gone wrong with the little girl, and he lunged after her. But by the time he reached the center, the scene in front of him had already changed completely.

Feylora was floating in midair.

She wasn't struggling, and there was no sign of injury—she just hung there, silent and still. Energy poured into her from all sides, coming in layers like tide after tide.

The activated runes beneath her and around her were blazing. Their patterns linked together, light streaming through the depths of the ruins at high speed, illuminating the entire area.

Then space began to twist.

One spatial vortex after another was forcibly carved open along the rune field's outer edge. Their rims rotated, energy boiling inside them—like spatial passages leading to different places.

More and more vortices appeared, spread around the ruins at different heights. Even the air was being dragged into a low, heavy vibration.

And among them, one vortex was releasing energy that was especially dazzling.

Ethan saw it at a glance.

That power was so dense it was practically tangible. When it rippled out from inside the vortex, even the surrounding space brightened with it.

It wasn't "light" in any ordinary sense—it was a pure, full energy fluctuation, carrying an unmistakable feeling of elevation.

Ethan's eyes changed on the spot.

He barely thought. He stepped in and reached for that power. The instant his fingertips touched it, the energy surged up his arm and poured straight into his body—no rejection, no resistance, not even a pause. It went in smoothly, almost eagerly.

In the next moment, the strength inside him began to climb visibly.

Not just the sensation of being "filled," but a direct, hard increase.

Power spread rapidly through his meridians and every part of his body. Even his Tier started climbing. The change came too fast—fast enough that Ethan could clearly feel how every inch of his body reacted to it.

His breathing deepened.

The excitement in his eyes refused to stay buried.

He stepped forward at once and grabbed Feylora by the shoulder.

"How did you do this? You can actually summon power this strong here—and open this many spatial channels."

Feylora was obviously startled too.

She looked down at the glowing runes beneath her, then at the fully formed vortices hanging around them, her expression openly confused.

She couldn't explain it herself. All she could manage, brokenly, was that after coming here she'd suddenly felt her body resonate with these runes.

Ethan stared at the patterns that were still shining and didn't press her further.

At a time like this, there was no point. She didn't have more to give.

He opened the system immediately and ran a scan on the surrounding runes. As the system's sweep passed over the ancient markings that had been lit again, the answer surfaced quickly—

The energy released from these runes was an extremely pure Fairy power.

Ethan's gaze paused for a fraction of a second, and then he understood.

Feylora carried the authority of The Fey Sovereign.

Resonating with the runes here… wasn't strange at all.

Once that clicked, Ethan didn't waste words. He told Feylora to keep maintaining this intertwined state.

As the power in her body continued to resonate with the surrounding runes, more spatial tunnels quickly appeared around the ruins.

One after another.

Some vortices were pitch-black inside. Others carried different layers of light. They hung in midair, not connected to each other, but clearly leading in different spatial directions.

Ethan watched the scene, the excitement on his face nearly impossible to suppress.

With these spatial passages, they could very likely reach any place in this world. Even—

If they could lock onto it precisely enough, they could return directly to Emerald Castle from here.

The moment that thought surfaced, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

Ethan ignored everything else and released his own power, weaving it together with Feylora's energy.

He wanted to use these already-open spatial tunnels to find a path that led back to Emerald Castle.

But right at that moment—

A heavy, rolling boom thundered from the sky not far away.

It wasn't a natural tremor. It was the spatial roar caused by a large number of powerhouses ripping through the air at the same time.

Ethan snapped his head up the instant he heard it. The others in midair froze as well, turning toward the direction the sound came from.

The next moment, countless figures streaked in from the far distance, and in the blink of an eye they were already hovering above the ruins.

There were many of them, their formation vast. Every single one radiated terrifying energy fluctuations.

Their auras linked together in the high air, pressing the atmosphere below down until it felt like it was sinking. Even the rune-light Feylora had awakened trembled faintly under that pressure.

And the one standing at the very front—

Was Khar'vathis.