Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 964: The Power That Shouldn’t Exist

Ethan's pupils tightened.

He could feel it.

This wasn't some ordinary skill.

This was—

an evolution of his entire power system.

At the same time, he turned the system scan onto the other man.

Data surfaced:

Vorathion

Primordial Demon God Bloodline: 13 types

Dragon Bloodline: Active

Energy Core: Unknown Tier

"Vorathion!"

Ethan's voice detonated in the air.

It wasn't a normal shout.

It carried the tremor of power itself.

The moment the name left his mouth, the Heavenly Demon Lightning inside him reacted like it had been jabbed with a needle—turning instantly violent.

White lightning went berserk along the lines of his Powered Combat Armor, crackling with a shrill, biting snap. The air kept tearing open. Even the distant clouds were forcibly blown apart.

For that one heartbeat—

the entire battlefield's energy flow seemed to pause.

Vorathion's body went rigid.

His pupils contracted hard.

"You—"

For the first time, his voice wavered.

"How do you know my name?"

That name didn't belong to a low-tier civilization.

It didn't belong to this Plane World.

It belonged to wars on a higher level.

A name tied to a destroyer.

Vorathion stared at Ethan like he was seeing him for the first time.

Not as an ant he could crush whenever he felt like it—

but as an opponent worth measuring.

"Who the hell are you?"

His voice dropped into something low and lethal.

At the same time, his Primordial Demon God Bloodline began to stir. Blood-red energy gathered fast in his palm, forming an orb even more unstable than before—more dangerous, more wrong.

This wasn't a normal strike.

It was an energy core carrying an annihilation attribute.

Space around it started to cave in.

But—

Ethan was already moving.

No warning at all.

White lightning exploded.

BOOM!!!

His body became a pure-white streak, appearing right in front of Vorathion.

His fist came down.

Vorathion countered instantly.

The blood-red orb met him head-on.

BOOM—!!!

The moment the two forces collided, space twisted violently. The shockwave ripped outward like an invisible storm, forcing distant Nexaris warships to snap their defensive shields online.

What happened next was too fast for the eye to properly catch.

Punch.

Dodge.

Counter.

White lightning and blood-red energy braided together in midair, colliding again and again.

Every impact spread the fractures in space a little farther.

In just a few seconds—

they'd exchanged dozens of blows.

No pauses.

No breathing room.

Nothing but pure, destructive combat.

Ethan could feel it clearly.

Vorathion was getting stronger.

Not a feeling.

A fact.

His Primordial Demon God Bloodline was waking up more completely by the second.

And Ethan knew something just as clearly—

without Heavenly Demon Lightning, he couldn't have faced Vorathion head-on at all.

And then—

the flow of energy in the air changed.

Not from Vorathion.

Not from the Nexaris fleet.

From below.

Ethan's senses snapped to the source.

And then he saw her.

The little girl.

She was floating in midair—

no support, no external force holding her up.

Her body was completely wrapped in white lightning.

Not lightning Ethan released.

Lightning that belonged to her.

Purer.

Older.

White lightning poured out of her nonstop, gathering behind her, slowly shaping into the phantom outline of a gigantic lightning titan.

Its silhouette was blurred, but the pressure it gave off was suffocating.

Like it wasn't just an energy projection.

Like it was something that had been asleep for a very, very long time—

using her as a path…

to descend again.

Ethan's pupils snapped tight.

It hit him for the first time—

this girl wasn't just strong.

She was terrifyingly strong.

Vorathion felt it too.

Real fear showed on his face for the first time.

"That's impossible…"

His voice slipped, unsteady.

"This kind of power… it should've gone extinct long ago…"

"Why…"

His tone sank lower, darker.

"Why can you two still control it?"

The girl didn't answer.

She couldn't. There was no awareness left in her.

Her eyes had turned a stark, bone-white.

No pupils.

No emotion.

Nothing but pure energy.

Slowly, she raised a hand.

The white lightning answered.

BOOM!!!

A bolt speared through space itself.

Vorathion tried to dodge—

too late.

The white lightning struck his body head-on.

"AAAGH—!!!"

He convulsed violently.

The lightning invaded his energy core.

Breaking.

Unraveling.

Tearing it apart.

For the first time, the Primordial Demon God Bloodline inside him showed signs of losing control.

The next instant—

a second bolt came down.

BOOM!!!

His shoulder detonated apart.

Flesh pulverized.

Vorathion screamed, sharp and ragged, forced back again and again.

At the same time—

the entire battlefield went off the rails.

The Nexaris fleet opened fire across the board.

Emerald Castle's defenses slammed back in full.

Energy beams.

Lightning.

Explosions.

The sky turned into an ocean of destruction.

And Ethan— 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

stood in the eye of it.

At this point, Ethan didn't need to watch anymore.

The Heavenly Demon Lightning inside him was still cycling. That never-before-felt power made his senses razor-sharp—he could hear the low thunder of Nexaris engines starting to pull away in the distance, and he could feel the lingering Primordial fluctuations beneath his feet, still not fully dispersed.

No hesitation.

His body flashed into a streak of white lightning, diving straight into the Nexaris formation before they'd fully withdrawn.

The Powered Combat Armor's core gave off a steady, powerful resonance. White lightning crawled over the armor's surface, and every punch left a blinding trail of thunder behind it.

The Nexaris soldiers who hadn't retreated yet didn't even get time to react. Their defensive shields shook violently the instant they touched the lightning—then collapsed outright.

Booms of rupturing energy kept popping through the air. Small fissures were forced open in space, like the battlefield itself was trying to flinch away from that power.

In only a few breaths, the Nexaris formation completely fell apart.

Their commander, Vorathion, had already been heavily wounded—and what Ethan was showing now had blown straight past anything in their tactical evaluation.

The fleet's command system threw out a retreat order. Warships pivoted hard. Thruster light flared brighter and brighter as they fled the battlefield in obvious panic.

But Vorathion didn't get to leave.

The little girl hung in the air, wrapped head to toe in white lightning, her very existence acting like an "anchor" for the space around them.

Any spatial corridor that tried to form near Vorathion was shattered the instant it appeared, smashed apart by white lightning before it could stabilize.

Ethan drifted down from the sky, boots settling onto the ocean's surface as if it were solid ground. Then he walked toward Vorathion, step by step.

Not fast.

Not slow.

Just inevitable—carrying a pressure that didn't allow disobedience.

Vorathion struggled, but his energy core was already completely suppressed by Heavenly Demon Lightning. Every cycle inside him had been locked down. He couldn't even gather the most basic defense again.

Ethan didn't bother with extra words.

He lifted his foot and stomped down hard onto Vorathion's chest.

Vorathion's body jolted. The armor over his chest let out a shrieking crack as fractures spidered outward.

"It's come to this," Ethan said, looking down at him, voice so calm it was nearly indifferent. "And you still don't plan to surrender?"

White lightning seeped from the sole of Ethan's boot into Vorathion's body, making him tremble on instinct.

"All I need is a single thought," Ethan went on, "and your energy core will collapse completely."

Vorathion's breathing turned harsh and frantic.

He'd never imagined he'd end up like this—pinned underfoot by a life-form from some low-tier Plane World.

He could feel it clearly: that white lightning had total control of his core. If Ethan wanted, he could end him whenever he pleased.

After a long beat of silence, Vorathion finally spoke. His voice was tight, crushed down by resentment and unwillingness.

"Since I'm in your hands… then we do this by Nexaris rules."

He lifted his head, staring at Ethan like he wanted to burn the image into his skull.

"You can name a ransom."

Ethan blinked, caught off guard.

"As long as you state your terms," Vorathion continued, "my people will pay the appropriate price and redeem me."

The air went briefly, strangely quiet.