Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory
Chapter 322: You’ve got this—I believe in you!

Chapter 322: You’ve got this—I believe in you!

"It’s over, huh..."

Ethan muttered under his breath, his eyes instinctively drifting toward Seraphina. They were filled with raw excitement and anticipation, practically glowing.

And right then—something massive began to happen to Seraphina.

Ding!

"Congratulations! Hero Unit under player Valkarion—Green Dragon Seraphina—has reached Level 55!"

Ding!

"Congratulations! Hero Unit under player Valkarion—Unicorn Elyra—has reached Level 63!"

Ding!

"Congratulations! Hero Unit under player Valkarion—Mana Crystal Dragon Zyraxis—has reached Level 64!"

Ding!

"Congratulations! Player Valkarion’s personal Hero Level has increased to 56!"

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Ding!

"Special Alert! Special Alert!"

"Congratulations! Green Dragon Hero Seraphina under player Valkarion has reached Level 55, entering her full mature form. She has begun condensing her Divine Core, gaining access to Divine Power, and is now evolving!"

Ethan’s pupils contracted. His whole body tensed with excitement.

BOOM!

A thunderous explosion echoed across the sky.

RUMMMMMMBLE—

A deafening roar followed, and then it hit—a force so vast, so overwhelming, it defied description. It came crashing down like a tidal wave, a storm of deep emerald green energy that swallowed Seraphina whole.

The storm stretched out for miles—easily over a hundred thousand feet in every direction. It was terrifying.

"Holy shit..."

Ethan’s eyes narrowed, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"What the hell is this power?!"

He’d thought Seraphina’s second awakening would be similar to her first, back when she reached adulthood. But this? This was on a whole different level—way beyond anything he’d imagined.

Especially this power—this divine, terrifying force that made his scalp tingle and his soul tremble. It was primal. Ancient. Godlike.

"You seriously don’t know? That’s Divine Power," came Isaryne’s voice, laced with sarcasm.

"Divine Power?" Ethan blinked, confused.

"My Lord," Auremax chimed in, his tone calm and reverent, "gaining Divine Power is the first step on the path to godhood."

"When any being breaks through a certain threshold of power, they begin to evolve into a god. Right now, Her Highness Seraphina is undergoing the baptism of Divine Power. In other words, she’s evolving—becoming a true deity."

"That’s why Crimson Ultimate Heroes are considered god-tier," Isaryne added coolly. "Once they undergo their second awakening, they don’t just get stronger—they ascend. They become gods. They gain Divine Power and take their place among the Lesser Deities."

Isaryne herself was living proof. A true Lesser Deity, she wielded dominion over fire and speed, capable of rebirth through flame—immortal, indestructible.

That’s the real reason Crimson Ultimate Heroes skyrocket in power after their second awakening. It’s not just a power-up—it’s a transformation. A biological evolution into godhood. How could that not be insanely powerful?

Meanwhile, Isaryne lifted her gaze toward the sky, her flame-colored eyes locked on the swirling emerald storm above.

And for the first time in a long while, she fell silent. Her expression shifted—complicated, conflicted.

She’d always known Seraphina’s Crimson Ultimate tier was probably a bit stronger than hers. But this? This wasn’t just "a bit."

Honestly, it wasn’t even close.

Back when she had her own second awakening and ascended to godhood, the power she unleashed was maybe—maybe—a third of what Seraphina was putting out now. Maybe even less.

That kind of gap... it was massive. Unbridgeable.

And if Seraphina’s power kept growing after this awakening...

Could she really beat her?

Even asking herself that question, Isaryne couldn’t bring herself to answer.

She just stood there, silent.

"ROOOAAAR!!"

From deep within the storm, a thunderous dragon’s roar tore through the air.

It was Seraphina—screaming in pain.

The sound was raw, guttural, like she was being ripped apart from the inside. It wasn’t just a roar—it was agony made audible.

"Seraphina! Hang in there! You’ve got this—I believe in you!" Ethan shouted toward the heart of the storm, his voice hoarse but full of conviction.

He knew this wasn’t just a transformation—it was a trial by fire. Evolution was both the final crucible and the first step toward true power. Seraphina had walked this path before. She wasn’t new to pain, or growth. And now, she was stronger, wiser. She wouldn’t let him down.

BOOM!

RUMMMMMMBLE...

Time passed, and the storm only grew more violent.

The emerald-green tempest surged outward, crashing and expanding with terrifying force. In mere moments, its radius had exploded past 150,000 feet—and it wasn’t slowing down. It kept growing, pushing toward 200,000... 300,000... 500,000 feet...

Even a million.

"She’s already releasing Divine Power? I remember my own range maxed out around 500,000 feet... How far will hers go?" Isaryne stared at the storm, her eyes flickering with emotion, her thoughts racing.

And still, the storm expanded.

The divine pressure pouring from it was relentless, like a living force with no end in sight. Before long, the radius had shattered the one-million-foot mark.

"O-One million...?" Isaryne’s expression twisted, her face pale.

She was shaken. Deeply.

She wasn’t just any Hero—she was a Crimson Ultimate, and she’d already gone through this exact process. She knew better than anyone what this meant.

A Divine Power field over a million feet wide? That wasn’t just rare—it was legendary. This was the kind of power only the most elite 13-Tier Legendary Units could ever hope to reach.

And Seraphina... she was doing it now.

Her Crimson Ultimate Tier wasn’t just strong—it was terrifying.

Meanwhile, the sheer magnitude of the event had begun to ripple across the world, drawing the attention of beings far beyond the battlefield.

In the heart of Sylvanwood, nestled within a serene glade filled with birdsong and blooming flowers, lay the sacred Unicorn Glade—a place of peace and ancient magic.

There, deep within the grove, an old dragon with scales the color of dark jade lounged lazily in a crystal-clear spring. But suddenly, his eyes snapped open, glowing with sharp, ancient light.

"That aura... could it be that little girl from Emerald Castle?"

"She’s already undergone her second awakening? And that Divine Power... it’s dense. Heavy. The pressure alone is staggering. Over a million feet in range? That’s some serious talent. Her Crimson Ultimate Tier must be exceptional."

"Hmph. As expected of one of our Green Dragon kin. Such potential... not bad at all. Maybe it’s time to consider bringing them into the Forest Faction?"

He paused, then shook his head.

"No... not yet. That Emerald Castle lord doesn’t strike me as someone who’d easily bend the knee to a faction. Let them see the world for what it is first. When the time’s right, we’ll talk."

"But with her... and that little Firebird on their side, the war in Sylvanwood is basically over. Unless a new Dungeon King shows up out of nowhere... but that’s unlikely."

"There’s nothing left in Sylvanwood worth drawing one in anyway..."

The old dragon gave a slow, thoughtful shake of his head, then closed his eyes again, letting the matter rest.

But elsewhere...

In the eastern reaches of Sylvanwood, buried in the ruins of a long-forgotten fortress, something stirred.

A massive dragon cloaked in shadow, its body radiating a suffocating, malevolent aura, stood motionless—its glowing eyes locked on the distant Verdant Ravine.

Its gaze was cold. Calculating. And filled with hate.

Its expression twisted into something monstrous, something cruel.

It didn’t speak.

But the silence was louder than any roar.

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