[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-mystic-calling-stone-of-glory":3,"chapter-mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-315":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1241695,1669,"Chapter 315: Orb of Annihilation","mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-315",315,"\u003Cp>\"BOOM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHAM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guttural scream tore through the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of Xenodrath’s heads exploded on the spot, reduced to a mess of gore and fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAAH! AAAH! ISARYNE—I’LL KILL YOU!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWIP! FWIP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, she didn’t falter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching this unfold, Skarvex narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So... she’s targeting Xenodrath as the weak link, huh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xenodrath wasn’t weak by any means—but compared to the rest of them, he was definitely the most vulnerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because both Skarvex and Drexon were warrior-class heroes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And warrior-class heroes? They were tanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tough as hell. Built for close combat. Durable. Relentless. They could take a beating and keep swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xenodrath? He was a Dark Mage—a spellcaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And mages? Sure, they packed a punch. Their attacks were devastating, unpredictable, and could hit from a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their weakness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sucked in close combat. Squishy. Fragile. Easy to kill if you got in close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why Isaryne was going after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xenodrath, fall back! Drexon and I will pin her down—look for your opening and strike when you see it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the words had even fully left his mouth, Skarvex lunged forward like a missile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isaryne held her ground, still fierce and unyielding—but deep in her eyes, a flicker of despair began to surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was her shot. Her one chance to turn the tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that slim hope was slipping through her fingers... Was this really it? Was there truly no way out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes darted, panic starting to rise in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Xenodrath finally snapped out of his daze. He staggered back, retreating quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All fourteen eyes across his seven monstrous heads locked onto Isaryne, glowing with a terrifying mix of cold fury, sadistic glee, and murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"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!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzzhh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no ordinary spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Dark Hydra’s ultimate single-target ability—Orb of Annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its destructive power was so immense, it could rival even Tier 4 magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as the orb reached critical mass—something unexpected happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone—now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive claw slashed down with brutal force—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Xenodrath’s seven heads exploded on impact, gore and ichor spraying into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden figure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None other than the Gold Dragon himself—Auremax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GRAAAHHH—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t the worst of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden, savage blow had shattered Xenodrath’s concentration—he lost control of theOrb of Annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the unstable orb detonated right where it hovered, still fully charged with raw, volatile magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOOOMMMMMMM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blast was so intense, it drowned out even Xenodrath’s second scream of agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Auremax?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t stupid. Hell, he might’ve even planned for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>",1086,"2026-06-05T15:15:29.581Z",1,"novelbin.me","71e10e02f5aa26e92e674122f3346b3a54daf775a50731e444ad8e963dc7fcea","mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-316","mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-314",1138,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmystic-calling-stone-of-glory-cover.jpg"]