Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 947: You Can’t Possibly Control That

Ethan's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He'd never expected this damn pangolin to be carrying something that terrifying.

The blood-red gemstone hovered above its palm like it had a will of its own. The runes on its surface pulsed like breathing. Every flicker made the air around it heavier, like gravity itself was leaning in.

Ethan was still figuring out how to deal with it when a figure swept past his side.

"Master, let me."

Feylora's voice was calm—flat, even—but there was no arguing with the resolve behind it.

The very next instant, the Primordial Force in the area moved like it had heard its true name. It surged toward her in a frenzy.

Energy that had always been invisible suddenly became something you could see: a pale-gold mist, slowly spinning around her as it gathered.

"This thing's power is too strong," Feylora said under her breath. "Step back."

Ethan's brows knit together.

He knew perfectly well Feylora wasn't a pure frontline fighter.

Her strength leaned toward control and dominion, not trading blows head-on.

And that pangolin wasn't just strong on its own—the blood-red gem was obviously a strategic-grade weapon, the kind of thing that could flip a battlefield by itself.

But before he could stop her, Feylora was already charging in.

The two forces met in midair.

No explosion.

No thunderclap.

Just a suffocating pressure that squeezed down on everything.

What the pangolin released was pure Infernal Abyss energy—violent, destructive, packed with the kind of aggression that wanted to swallow everything whole.

Feylora's power was different.

Elegant—but dangerous.

Soft, yet impossible to resist.

The instant the two touched, space began to warp.

Not shatter—erode.

Like reality itself was being overwritten.

For a moment, the two sides deadlocked.

But only a few seconds passed before Ethan caught something off.

The pangolin's aura was weakening.

Not because it was being beaten back.

Because it was being pulled out of it—stripped away.

Ethan understood immediately.

This world… was rejecting the pangolin's power.

As the new world guardian, Feylora had already linked herself to the world. And the Infernal Abyss aura inside the pangolin was, to this world, an intruder.

The world was helping Feylora.

It was depriving the pangolin of its strength.

Excitement flashed through Ethan's eyes.

An opening.

He snapped his hand up, compressing his power into a razor-thin Energy Disc, then hurled it with everything he had.

The blade of energy cut through the air and struck the pangolin square in the chest.

And yet—

It only left a shallow white mark.

No blood.

No break in its defenses.

Ethan's breathing hitched.

The thing's physical durability was way beyond what he'd expected.

But the pangolin's reaction was even more extreme.

It looked down at the pale mark on its chest, and for the first time, real fear showed in its eyes.

Because it could feel it clearly—

It wasn't that Ethan's attack had gotten stronger.

It was that it had gotten weaker.

Feylora was stripping its power away, bit by bit.

If this kept going, sooner or later it would lose every advantage it had.

The pangolin's gaze darkened. It stopped hesitating.

Its other hand slid under the scales over its chest, reaching deep—then it slowly pulled out a blue gemstone.

The instant the blue gem appeared, the blood-red one resonated.

The two gemstones started to tremble.

A low hum rolled through the air.

"Fine…" the pangolin said, voice dropping. "Then I'll show you what real power looks like."

It slammed the two gems together.

Boom—!

A pillar of energy shot up, piercing heaven and earth.

The entire cavern started collapsing.

Space itself shuddered.

This wasn't ordinary energy.

It was the fused—Infernal Primordial Power.

The pangolin reached out and grabbed the raging beam like it was a rope. It compressed it, condensed it, forced it tighter and tighter until it became an energy core like a falling star.

It lifted its arm.

Then it brought it down hard.

"It's over."

Ethan's whole body went tight.

Instinct screamed that this strike had already crossed the limit of what he could endure.

But at that moment—

Feylora extended her hand.

A pure white sphere appeared in her palm.

A container she'd never used before.

A core designed specifically to store the Fey Sovereign's power.

Power accumulated over endless ages—sealed inside.

The moment the sphere opened—

Light spilled out.

Not an explosion.

A bloom.

A force older than destruction itself.

When the Fey Sovereign's power fused with the world guardian strength inside her—

Something entirely new was born.

The air went quiet.

Space stopped trembling.

Like the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for the verdict.

For the first time, the pangolin's face showed true fear.

It had never seen power like this.

Feylora floated in midair. Her long hair drifted in an invisible storm of energy. The pure white sphere hovered between her hands, releasing a steady light so deep it felt bottomless.

This wasn't just raw offensive power.

It was dominion.

A power resonating with the entire world.

The pangolin realized instantly: if it dragged this out, it would lose—completely.

"You can't possibly control that!" it roared, but the tremor in its voice gave it away.

The next instant, it fully unleashed every drop of Infernal Primordial Power in its body.

No holding back.

No defense.

All-out.

Blood-red and deep-blue energy twisted together like a burning star, erupting from deep inside it. The torrent became a sky-splitting flood that slammed straight at Feylora!

Boom—!!!

The two forces collided head-on.

This impact was worse than anything before it.

Space wasn't just shaking now.

It was cracking.

The surrounding cavern was ripped apart in an instant. Solid stone walls collapsed like paper, and countless fractures spread wildly in every direction.

The entire underground space was sliding toward annihilation.

Ethan realized immediately—they couldn't keep fighting here.

"Feylora, get out of here!"

He released his power in a rush, wrapping it around himself and Feylora. The two of them punched through the collapsing cavern and shot up toward the sky.

The pangolin followed right behind.

It understood just as well—if it got buried underground, it would never recover.

When the three figures broke back into open air—

The whole world seemed to go silent for a single beat.

Then the power erupted again.

No longer confined by space.

No longer suppressed.

Unleashed completely.