Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory
Chapter 315: Orb of Annihilation

Chapter 315: Orb of Annihilation

"BOOM!"

A terrifying blast of Fire Magic erupted again—like the furious roar of a god—slamming into the Dark Hydra, Xenodrath, with a shockwave that tore through the air.

At the same time, the Firebird hero, Isaryne, spread her wings and shot into the sky, nearly becoming a streak of crimson lightning. She dove straight at Xenodrath, fierce and furious.

"WHAM!"

With a screech of burning wind, Isaryne’s talons—wreathed in searing flames—slammed into two of Xenodrath’s nine heads. The impact landed with a sickening double thud.

Blood sprayed.

A guttural scream tore through the battlefield.

Two of Xenodrath’s heads exploded on the spot, reduced to a mess of gore and fire.

"AAAH! AAAH! ISARYNE—I’LL KILL YOU!"

Wounded and enraged, Xenodrath finally snapped. The savage fury buried deep in his bones erupted in full force. His remaining heads twisted and thrashed, his face contorted in a monstrous snarl as he let out a roar of pure madness.

FWIP! FWIP!

Suddenly, two deafening sonic booms cracked through the air—compressed blasts of wind as two venom-tipped tails lashed out from the sky. The Venomspike Manticore, Skarvex, had struck. His twin barbed stingers sliced through the air and slammed into Isaryne’s side.

"Ugh—!"

Isaryne cried out in pain, blood gushing from her wounds in a crimson arc that painted the sky. The sight was brutal—vivid, almost blinding—but the flames engulfing her body instantly vaporized the blood into steam.

Even so, she didn’t falter.

Despite the pain, despite the venom burning through her veins, the Firebird hero didn’t back down. She surged forward again, a blazing bolt of red lightning, diving straight at Xenodrath once more, locking him in a deadly clash.

Watching this unfold, Skarvex narrowed his eyes.

"So... she’s targeting Xenodrath as the weak link, huh..."

It made sense.

Xenodrath wasn’t weak by any means—but compared to the rest of them, he was definitely the most vulnerable.

Why?

Because both Skarvex and Drexon were warrior-class heroes.

And warrior-class heroes? They were tanks.

Tough as hell. Built for close combat. Durable. Relentless. They could take a beating and keep swinging.

But Xenodrath? He was a Dark Mage—a spellcaster.

And mages? Sure, they packed a punch. Their attacks were devastating, unpredictable, and could hit from a distance.

But their weakness?

They sucked in close combat. Squishy. Fragile. Easy to kill if you got in close.

That’s why Isaryne was going after him.

If she had even the slightest chance of turning this fight around, her only real shot was to take out Xenodrath—the mage. The weak link. The one crack in their armor.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Venomspike Manticore Skarvex let out a thunderous roar toward Xenodrath, who was still locked in brutal combat with Isaryne.

"Xenodrath, fall back! Drexon and I will pin her down—look for your opening and strike when you see it!"

Whoosh!

Before the words had even fully left his mouth, Skarvex lunged forward like a missile.

Seeing this, Venomspike Manticore Drexon let out a savage laugh and charged in right behind him, seamlessly taking over the fight alongside Skarvex, forcing Xenodrath out of the melee with Isaryne.

Isaryne held her ground, still fierce and unyielding—but deep in her eyes, a flicker of despair began to surface.

This was her shot. Her one chance to turn the tide.

And now?

Even that slim hope was slipping through her fingers... Was this really it? Was there truly no way out?

Her eyes darted, panic starting to rise in her chest.

At the same time, Xenodrath finally snapped out of his daze. He staggered back, retreating quickly.

All fourteen eyes across his seven monstrous heads locked onto Isaryne, glowing with a terrifying mix of cold fury, sadistic glee, and murderous intent.

"You thought you could use me as your way out?" he snarled, voice dripping with venom. "Then I’ll be the one to crush that pathetic dream myself!"

With a guttural roar, all seven of Xenodrath’s heads reared back, jaws wide open. A torrent of pitch-black magical energy surged from his throats, converging in front of him—gathering, swirling, growing.

Zzzzzhh—

A massive sphere of pure darkness formed in midair, pulsing with a low, bone-rattling hum. The sheer magical pressure radiating from it was overwhelming, enough to make the air itself feel like it was tearing apart.

This was no ordinary spell.

This was the Dark Hydra’s ultimate single-target ability—Orb of Annihilation.

Its destructive power was so immense, it could rival even Tier 4 magic.

But just as the orb reached critical mass—something unexpected happened.

"Everyone—now!"

BOOM!

A furious roar tore through the battlefield as a golden blur shot out from the sidelines like a lightning bolt. Without warning, it barreled straight toward Xenodrath, who was still channeling his devastating spell, completely unprepared for the ambush.

A massive claw slashed down with brutal force—

CRACK!

One of Xenodrath’s seven heads exploded on impact, gore and ichor spraying into the air.

The golden figure?

None other than the Gold Dragon himself—Auremax.

"GRAAAHHH—!"

Xenodrath’s agonized scream ripped through the chaos, sending a chill down the spines of everyone present. Faces across the battlefield twisted in shock and disbelief.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

The sudden, savage blow had shattered Xenodrath’s concentration—he lost control of the Orb of Annihilation.

BOOM!

In an instant, the unstable orb detonated right where it hovered, still fully charged with raw, volatile magic.

BOOOOOOMMMMMMM—

The explosion tore through the battlefield like a wrathful god’s fury unleashed. A shockwave of pure destruction erupted outward, engulfing everything in its radius. The sound was deafening—an ear-splitting roar of collapsing air, shrieking magic, and shattering reality.

The blast was so intense, it drowned out even Xenodrath’s second scream of agony.

And though he had created the spell, Xenodrath wasn’t immune to its effects. He didn’t have magic immunity—so when the spell went haywire at point-blank range, it didn’t care who cast it. It just annihilated.

Caught in the heart of the blast, Xenodrath was torn apart by his own power—ripped, burned, and shredded in a storm of dark energy.

As for Auremax?

He wasn’t stupid. Hell, he might’ve even planned for this.

The moment his claw struck true, he didn’t stick around to admire his handiwork. He spun on a dime and bolted, wings flaring, body twisting through the air with practiced precision.

Thanks to that quick retreat, the explosion only clipped him—he took some damage, sure, but nothing serious. He was bruised, maybe scorched a little, but still very much in the fight.

But it wasn’t over.

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