Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory
Chapter 433: Maelthorak! I’m here!

Chapter 433: Maelthorak! I’m here!

As soon as the words left his mouth—

Two figures suddenly appeared at the gates of Dobanion, right behind Grand Duke Opriston. A closer look revealed exactly who they were: Regnar XI of the Storm Kingdom, and Grand Duke Zurei of the Thundervale Kingdom!

"Well, well, Green Dragon Lord," Regnar XI sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "Didn’t think you had the guts to show up in person. Guess I underestimated you... but it’s too late for that now. You’ve walked right into your own grave. No one’s coming to save you here."

"I’m going to make sure you know exactly what it feels like to lose."

His eyes locked onto Ethan with a cold, twisted grin.

Ethan just chuckled, completely unfazed. "You guys? Seriously?" He shook his head, amused. "Maelthorak, you really think you can win with these clowns? Kyros is right here—standing behind me. And you? Where the hell are you?"

He took a step forward, voice rising with mockery.

"What’s the matter, Sea King? Don’t tell me you’re too scared to show your face now? Tsk, tsk... if that’s the case, then damn, that’s just pathetic."

He even shook his head as he said it, as if genuinely disappointed—or maybe just rubbing salt in the wound.

The jab hit hard.

Regnar XI’s face twisted with rage, his composure cracking. His voice rose, shrill and furious.

"What did you just say?! You calling us trash? Then what the hell does that make you?"

"A caged animal? A pitiful little clown dancing for the crowd?!"

"Listen up, you’re dead today—don’t think we’ll let you off just because you can resurrect. Once Sea King Maelthorak regains his full strength, the first place he’ll wipe off the map is your precious Emerald Castle!"

They were all Lords. They knew the rules. Even if they killed Ethan right here and now, it wouldn’t matter—so long as his Castle Heart remained intact, he’d just come back.

That’s what they believed gave Ethan the balls to act so cocky.

But they were Lords too.

The same rules applied to them.

So no, they weren’t afraid of him.

"Then let’s see who’s still standing when the dust settles," Ethan said with a smirk. Then his expression hardened, and he raised his arm high, voice booming like thunder. "All forces of Emerald Castle—prepare for battle!"

ROAR!

ROAR!

ROAR!

The moment his command rang out, the sky was split by two earth-shaking dragon roars that made the ground tremble.

Regnar XI and Opriston’s faces went pale as they instinctively looked up—only to see two colossal shadows rising into the sky, blotting out the sun.

And those figures... unmistakable.

Seraphina. Cicero.

Who else could it be?

BOOOOOOM!

A terrifying surge of power exploded from Seraphina, radiating outward like a shockwave.

She hovered in the sky like a divine dragon goddess, her entire body wrapped in a blinding aura of Draconic Force. Her eyes burned with fury as she glared down at the battlefield.

"Maelthorak! Get your cowardly ass out here!"

"What’s the matter? Scared to fight us now that we’ve shown up?!"

"Stop hiding! What’s the point? Come out and face us!"

Cicero didn’t say a word.

But the pressure rolling off him—the sheer intensity of his Draconic Force—was even more suffocating than Seraphina’s. It made everyone’s skin crawl, their hearts pounding like war drums.

Gulp.

Opriston and Regnar XI were both gasping for air, their faces flushed red as they struggled to breathe.

They swallowed hard, throats dry.

Because this scene—this overwhelming presence—

It was terrifying. Paralyzing. Like staring death in the face.

"Crimson Ultimate Heroes..."

"Two of them... Two Crimson Ultimate Heroes... They’re... they’re monsters!"

Meanwhile, out at sea, the waves surged violently—towering swells crashing and rolling like the ocean itself had awakened in fury. And from the heart of that chaos, a majestic Kirin strode forth, hooves pounding across the water’s surface like it was solid ground. Its eyes—cold, sharp, unyielding—locked straight onto the depths of Dobanion.

Then it roared, voice echoing like thunder across the sea.

"Maelthorak! I’m here!"

"You wanted my Primordial Force, didn’t you? Then come out and take it! I am Kyros Atlantis! Show me the courage and pride worthy of a Sea King—worthy of a Kirin—and face us!"

ROAR!

ROAR!

At that exact moment, Seraphina and Cicero let out deafening dragon cries of their own, their roars slicing through the sky like blades. It was as if they were answering Kyros’s call—three titans, united in fury.

Three Crimson Ultimate Heroes, gathered at Dobanion.

It was like watching a meteor slam into the earth—raw, unstoppable power colliding in one place.

And the sight of it made Opriston and Regnar XI’s faces go completely pale.

Terror crept into their eyes. Real, bone-deep fear.

They hadn’t expected this. Not even close. And the sheer force radiating from Cicero, Seraphina, and Kyros—it was beyond anything they’d imagined. Beyond anything they were ready for.

Then a voice echoed from deep within Dobanion—low, guttural, and laced with madness.

"Well done..."

"You’ve succeeded in pissing off the great Sea King Maelthorak. And now, I’ll devour every last one of you."

The moment those words rang out, everyone froze.

All eyes turned toward the source.

BOOM!

RUMBLE!

A monstrous surge of energy erupted from the heart of Dobanion. The entire fortress shook violently, as if the sea itself was rebelling. The surrounding ocean began to boil, waves crashing and howling with unnatural fury.

Then came the tidal waves—massive walls of water rising up and slamming toward Dobanion from all directions.

And from the center of that chaos, a deep blue pillar of light burst into the sky, crackling with raw magical energy—dozens of elemental forces swirling within it. It was like a volcano erupting underwater, and in an instant, the light exploded outward.

The sea. The fortress. The sky.

Everything detonated in a blinding flash.

In that explosion, Seraphina, Cicero, Kyros—even Ethan—felt it.

A will.

A terrifying, ancient will.

It wasn’t just power—it was presence. A storm of force and fury, a tidal wave of intent that swept across the battlefield like a divine judgment.

"Maelthorak..." Ethan muttered, eyes locked on the center of the blast.

And there—emerging from the heart of the explosion—was a massive figure, slowly stepping into view.

A Kirin.

Towering, scarred from countless battles, its body radiating an overwhelming aura. It didn’t need to roar. It didn’t need to threaten. Its very existence screamed divinity—like a god had descended upon the battlefield.

Ethan’s heart sank.

Because in that moment, he realized something.

He’d underestimated him.

Maelthorak’s strength wasn’t just about raw power or flashy magic. It was the weight of his presence—the crushing, suffocating pressure of a being that had stood at the top for far too long.

Even Ethan, a Crimson Ultimate Hero, felt it.

His scalp tingled.

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