Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 906: The King Is Dead

Morvex's face went deathly pale.

His final trump card—neutralized.

And in that fleeting moment of vulnerability—

A blazing holy sword, forged entirely from pure undead flame, materialized in front of Phoenix Queen Ignara.

The blade streaked through the sky like a meteor tearing open the heavens.

Morvex didn't even get the chance to react.

The sword cleaved straight through him, clean and merciless—severing his head from his body in a single, decisive strike.

But the battle wasn't over.

The four queens didn't stop.

They kept channeling their power, hammering what remained of Morvex's body with relentless force.

Flesh disintegrated.

His energy core shattered.

The lingering traces of his soul were torn apart, purified until not even a whisper remained.

Only when there was nothing left—no ripple, no anomaly—did the four finally withdraw their power. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Ethan let out a long breath.

The system interface showed nothing. No life signs. No residual energy.

This time—

It was truly over.

He straightened, recalibrating his stance. The Powered Combat Armor's weapon systems came online with a low hum. His voice was calm, clipped.

"Full assault."

"Leave no one standing."

The moment the order dropped, a deafening roar erupted across the battlefield.

Emerald Castle's forces surged forward like a broken dam, flooding the field.

With their emperor gone, the Netherreach Empire's army fell into chaos. Formations collapsed. Energy coordination unraveled. Their will to fight crumbled in seconds.

There was no organized resistance.

It didn't take long before the battlefield was completely cleared.

The smoke of war slowly began to fade.

Ethan dragged a struggling figure across the blood-soaked ground—Drake, who'd tried to slip away in the confusion—and stopped in front of Phoenix Queen Ignara.

"This one tried to run."

"Took a bit of effort to catch him."

"He's yours now."

Ignara's eyes burned with killing intent so intense it felt tangible.

She didn't say a word.

She simply reached out, clamped a hand on Drake's shoulder—and unleashed a torrent of flame.

The fire tore through him instantly, reducing his body to shredded meat and ash.

The heat and stench of blood filled the air.

Even Ethan instinctively turned his head away.

The battle was finally over.

…

The Nether Sea.

Inside the main hall of the Netherreach Empire, dim light flowed between towering stone pillars. A massive floating screen hovered silently in the air, its image still flickering with residual energy distortion.

A handsome middle-aged man stood motionless before it.

Varaxis.

His eyes were locked on the screen, pupils slightly dilated, as if his mind hadn't caught up with what he'd just seen.

"No…"

His voice was hoarse, stiff.

"My brother was invincible."

"He took the Empire's most elite forces. How could he possibly be wiped out by a minor Plane World?"

"This has to be fake."

The air in the hall seemed to freeze.

All around him, generals and nobles dropped to their knees, foreheads pressed to the cold stone floor. No one dared breathe too loudly, afraid to trigger the storm building in the room.

A communications officer, trembling but clear-voiced, lifted his head and spoke carefully:

"The transmission has been fully verified, Your Majesty. The Emperor has indeed fallen.

As of this moment, you alone hold the legitimate claim to the throne of the Netherreach Empire.

We implore you to accept the crown without hesitation."

Silence fell over the hall like a shroud.

Varaxis's fingers slowly curled into a fist.

Rage—black and seething—boiled behind his eyes like wildfire.

He couldn't accept it.

His brother—the Emperor of the Netherreach Empire—had died on the battlefield of a low-tier Plane World.

Even worse, he'd been killed by a world that should've been crushed like an insect.

Varaxis drew a deep breath, forcing the storm inside him back into his chest.

When he turned to face the hall again, his voice had regained its icy, commanding weight.

"From this moment forward," he said coldly, "avenging my brother will be the Netherreach Empire's top priority."

"Once my coronation is complete, I want every resource we have mobilized for a full-scale invasion of Emerald Castle."

"I want that pathetic Plane World erased from existence."

No hesitation.

Everyone in the hall dropped to the floor in unison, foreheads pressed low in absolute submission.

Varaxis didn't spare them a glance.

His eyes returned to the massive floating screen.

The footage was still looping—Morvex's beheading, the collapse of his energy core, his complete annihilation.

Each replay drove another nail into Varaxis's mind, hammering at his restraint.

He wanted to march out with the army right now.

But he knew better.

The Nether Sea was in a fragile state—power vacuum, political unrest, shifting alliances. If the main forces left now, the Empire could be torn apart by opportunistic neighbors before they even reached the front lines.

As he weighed the risks—

A soldier burst into the hall, stumbling as he ran.

"Your Majesty!"

"Urgent news! An unidentified army is advancing on one of our Castles—they've already launched an attack!"

Varaxis's head snapped up, eyes flashing with cold fury.

"So they're already making their move?"

He realized it instantly.

The surrounding factions must've caught wind of Morvex's death.

This was a test. A raid. A blatant power grab.

He immediately ordered a defensive mobilization—but it became clear within moments that the available forces weren't enough to cover all fronts.

The situation was unraveling fast.

Then—

The floor at the center of the hall began to tremble.

A stone pillar slowly rose from beneath the ground, ancient and covered in dense, arcane runes.

At its peak hovered a blood-red gemstone, pulsing faintly.

As if it had been waiting.

Varaxis's breath hitched.

He moved without thinking, stepping forward and seizing the gem in his palm.

The moment he touched it, a virtual screen unfolded in the air.

Morvex's image appeared, slowly taking shape.

"If you're seeing this," the projection said, "then I'm already dead."

Varaxis's pupils contracted sharply.

The message continued:

"But the Netherreach Empire remains the strongest force in the Nether Sea."

"Even if our elite forces are lost, as long as you wield true power, you can still impose order."

"This gem can summon the Kraken—at the very heart of the Nether Sea."

"With its power, you can crush any resistance and bring the entire region to heel."

"But remember…"

"The Kraken is dangerously unstable."

"If you lose control of it, the price will be catastrophic."

The image faded.

Silence fell over the hall once more.