Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory
Chapter 350: It was brutal

Chapter 350: It was brutal

"Forty-eight units of Arcane Colossus, huh..." Ethan’s eyes gleamed as he spoke. "Alright, here’s the deal—hand over all the Arcane Colossi to Elynn, and I’ll give you a new task. These Foundry blueprints... you can build them, right?!"

As he spoke, Ethan pulled out all the Foundry blueprints he’d collected from the dimensional rift.

Three blueprints for the Tier-12 Diamond Golem Foundry, ten for the Tier-11 Bronze Golem Foundry, thirty for the Tier-10 Gold Golem Foundry, and a full hundred for the Tier-7 Iron Golem Foundry.

He laid them all out in front of Eldrin.

"This is... whoa! These are Diamond Golem Foundry blueprints! And Bronze Golem, Gold Golem, Iron Golem... holy crap, there’s so many of them?!"

Eldrin, who had just barely calmed down from his earlier excitement, was instantly fired up again by the mountain of blueprints in front of him.

Truth be told, his earlier enthusiasm wasn’t just about the value of the Arcane Core of the Fortress (Grade A). What really got him going was his passion—his obsession—for magic and creation.

And these blueprints? They hit that same nerve.

So, without hesitation, he set aside his longing for the Arcane Core and threw himself headfirst into studying the Foundry blueprints.

"Master, the Gold and Iron Golem Foundries won’t be a problem," Eldrin said after flipping through the documents carefully. "But the Diamond and Bronze Golem Foundries... those are gonna be tricky for now."

"Why?" Ethan asked, puzzled.

"The Bronze Golem Foundry requires a Level 2 special resource—Bronzesteel. And the Diamond Golem Foundry needs a Level 3 special resource—diamonds. Diamonds are a bit harder to come by, but Bronzesteel... I heard there used to be a few Bronzesteel veins in the Kingdom of the Elementals, back in Thalor! My lord, maybe you could send someone to check it out?" Eldrin suggested eagerly.

"I see..." Ethan’s eyes flickered thoughtfully. Then he nodded. "Alright, we’ll go with that for now. Elynn, take Eldrin to find Karnak and the others. I’m guessing we’ll need their help with the Foundries."

"Yes, Master."

Elynn nodded, then turned to Eldrin with a warm smile.

"Archmage Eldrin, please follow me."

"Thank you, Princess Elynn, for leading the way..." Eldrin replied respectfully, not daring to show the slightest hint of arrogance. He quickly got up and followed her out.

Meanwhile, Ethan stretched lazily, listening to the distant booms and explosions echoing from outside the hall. He let out a wry chuckle and muttered to himself,

"Are those two still going at it?"

He was, of course, referring to Seraphina and the Firebird hero, Isaryne.

Turns out, Isaryne had shown up too. She’d originally planned to bring her Firebird army to help Ethan crush the Dungeon forces—but by the time she arrived, the battle was already over.

She couldn’t believe it.

Still, she didn’t just turn around and leave.

Instead, she honored her promise—

She challenged Seraphina to a duel.

And here’s the kicker: after the last war and the rewards she’d earned, Seraphina had leveled up—she was now level 60.

Isaryne still had the edge, but only barely—she was level 62.

So in terms of raw level, they were practically neck and neck.

A dead-even match.

"I wonder how it’s going now. She’s still two levels behind, but... Seraphina should be able to win, right? Eh, screw it—I’ll just go see for myself."

Muttering to himself, Ethan stood up and walked out of the war council chamber, flying straight toward the battlefield where Seraphina and Isaryne were duking it out.

It didn’t take long before he arrived at a massive canyon that looked like it was in the middle of a full-blown earthquake. The ground trembled violently, and the air was thick with magical energy.

A crowd had already gathered.

Elyra, Zyraxis, Kyros, Balthazar, Auremax... pretty much every Hero Unit and Ace Unit from Emerald Castle was there, except for those still out on missions or the more reclusive Treant folk.

"Master, you’re here too?! Come quick, you’ve gotta see this—they’re going at it like crazy!" Elyra ran up to him the moment she spotted him, eyes wide with excitement, though she was visibly trembling.

"Going at it like crazy?" Ethan raised an eyebrow. "So... who’s winning?"

"It’s not over yet... but it’s gotta be Seraphina! From the start until now, that Firebird’s been getting completely wrecked! She can’t even fight back!" Elyra said with a grin.

"Seriously?!"

Ethan blinked in surprise and quickly turned his gaze toward the battlefield in the canyon.

"ROAR!"

At that moment, Seraphina soared through the sky, her massive dragon wings flaring open with a thunderous snap. She looked like a goddess of war, fierce and unstoppable, as she dove straight toward Isaryne—who was on the ground, battered and barely holding it together.

BOOM!

A storm of toxic energy exploded behind Seraphina, swirling into a massive vortex before crashing down like a tidal wave. It slammed into Isaryne with brutal force, launching her thousands of feet through the air.

She hit the ground hard, skidding across the rocky terrain and carving a deep trench in her wake.

"Isaryne, is that really all you’ve got?" Seraphina roared, her voice echoing like thunder. "You’re too weak! You’re not even close to being my match!"

Without giving her a moment to recover, Seraphina lunged again, wings slicing through the air like blades.

"Don’t get cocky, Seraphina!" Isaryne shouted, blood streaming down her face. "Get the hell off me!"

With a furious scream, she erupted in flames, her entire body igniting in a blaze of searing fire. A wave of raw magical energy surged outward, engulfing Seraphina in a torrent of heat and power.

But it didn’t do a damn thing.

Seraphina didn’t even flinch.

Because Seraphina wasn’t just tough—she was practically immune to magic. Her natural resistance was off the charts, bordering on full-blown Magic Immunity. That made her a nightmare for any magic-based hero to deal with—even someone like Isaryne, a Crimson-tier Ultimate Hero.

For a mage, magic is everything. It’s their sword, their shield, their lifeline.

But against Seraphina?

It might as well be a gentle breeze.

BOOM!

Seraphina crashed into Isaryne again, tearing into her with savage fury. Claws slashed, teeth sank in, and blood sprayed across the battlefield. The ground shook violently beneath them, massive cracks spiderwebbing out in every direction like the earth itself was about to split open.

It was brutal. Relentless.

And completely one-sided.

The truth was, Seraphina was a berserker-style warrior with near-total magic immunity. Isaryne, on the other hand, was a pure mage. In a close-quarters duel like this, she didn’t stand a chance. She couldn’t even get a proper spell off before Seraphina was on her again.

She was being torn apart.

"Damn..." Ethan swallowed hard, watching from the edge of the canyon. His entire worldview felt like it had just been flipped upside down. Sure, he hadn’t expected Seraphina to lose—but this?

He never imagined Isaryne would be this outmatched.

She wasn’t just losing—she was getting absolutely wrecked.

It was like watching a lion tear into a rabbit.

Terrifying didn’t even begin to cover it.

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