Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 82: Real Tier-3 magic

At the same time, Scarlet Queen’s expression shifted slightly.

However, she didn’t lash out. Instead, she turned to glance indifferently at the trembling old man beside her.

"Mr. Ethan, this was Sterling Group’s mistake. Whitestone was blind and reckless to provoke you... The consequences he’s facing now are entirely his own doing. We accept that." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

But Ethan remained silent, his expression even showing a hint of impatience.

Seeing this, the trembling old man grew even more terrified. After all, Ethan hadn’t even accepted Scarlet Queen’s apology earlier.

Without hesitation, he bent at the waist and bowed repeatedly. "Mr. Ethan, I was wrong. Please, spare Sterling Group... Give us a way out."

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A collective gasp swept through the room as the sound of his forehead hitting the floor echoed. The scene felt more surreal than a dream.

"You keep saying ’Sterling Group’... And you are?" Ethan suddenly spoke, his tone calm and detached.

Edward’s face lit up, thinking Ethan was finally giving him a way out. He quickly responded, "I’m Edward Sterling, chairman of Sterling Group..."

"So, by that logic, you and I should have a grudge too, shouldn’t we?" Ethan interrupted before Edward could finish.

The moment those words landed, Edward’s face froze, turning deathly pale.

Scarlet Queen’s brows furrowed slightly as she spoke slowly, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Nothing much."

Ethan shook his head, his gaze resting on Scarlet Queen’s slightly furrowed brows. His tone remained indifferent. "But you’d better remember—you’re the one who came looking for me today, not the other way around. If you’re upset or unhappy, don’t hold it in. Either take it out on me or just leave."

The entire room fell into dead silence.

Everyone present trembled, their faces filled with unease and fear. No one had expected Ethan to be this audacious—to the point of completely disregarding even Scarlet Queen.

But the real question was... if he truly had the confidence and power to back up this attitude—

What did that mean for them?!

Scarlet Queen’s expression flickered, a rare trace of anger surfacing on her face.

But after a brief moment, she suppressed the fury in her heart. Lowering her gaze slightly, she spoke in a calm, measured tone. "Mr. Ethan, we came here today with genuine sincerity to apologize. If our apology isn’t enough for you, just tell us—what do we need to do to satisfy you?"

"If you’re asking, then I’ll tell you." Ethan looked at Scarlet Queen and spoke flatly. "And don’t say I’m bullying you. Two conditions—meet them, and this matter is settled."

At the word "bullying," Scarlet Queen’s eyes twitched slightly. She gritted her teeth and asked, "What two conditions?"

"First—kill Whitestone and reset him to level zero." Ethan’s voice was calm, almost casual.

The moment he said it, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Countless people’s pupils contracted, their mouths falling open in shock. A wave of sheer terror rippled through the crowd!

"Impossible!"

A furious roar erupted from the back of the crowd. Whitestone’s face was twisted with rage as he glared at Ethan, his voice hoarse with fury. "Who the hell do you think you are?! What gives you the right?!"

"The right?" Ethan’s lips curled into a faint, almost amused smile.

Then, without warning, he raised a hand and flicked his fingers.

Whoosh!

A blinding white flame, pure and radiant, shot toward Whitestone.

BOOM!

In an instant, an overwhelming force exploded upon impact.

The immaculate, terrifying flames descended like divine judgment—

And just like that, Whitestone was obliterated on the spot, reduced to nothing but a streak of white light as he was forcibly sent back to the respawn point.

It all happened too fast.

To the onlookers, it seemed as if Ethan had merely flicked his fingers, releasing a flash of white light—then, in the blink of an eye, Whitestone was engulfed in a torrent of holy fire and incinerated on the spot.

Even more terrifying—

It was an instant kill.

The room fell into absolute silence.

Not a single person dared to make a sound.

Every gaze was locked onto Ethan, filled with disbelief. Even Scarlet Queen, who had remained composed until now, couldn’t hide her shock. Her face paled, her expression shaken.

"This... What level of Light magic is this?!"

She could sense the sheer power of the spell. But even Lightning Bolt—widely considered the strongest Tier 2 single-target attack spell—couldn’t possibly one-shot Whitestone.

Could this be... a Tier 3 spell?!

The mere thought sent a chill down Scarlet Queen’s spine. She stood frozen in place, momentarily losing her composure.

A Tier 3 spell—

That was the kind of power that could rival an 11-Tier elite unit.

And the scariest part?

At this stage, not a single player in the world had access to Tier 3 magic. The only known instance was years ago, when Lancelot, the leader of The Lionheart Order in Europe, had barely managed to obtain a one-time-use Tier 3 magic scroll—nearly dying in the process.

And that single-use scroll...

Had single-handedly caused the downfall of a major powerhouse guild in Europe, shattering them beyond recovery.

Realizing this, Scarlet Queen trembled slightly. Her gaze toward Ethan grew more complex.

The anger in her eyes faded—

Replaced by something else.

Fear.

Caution.

A long silence stretched between them before she finally spoke, her voice hoarse.

"...What’s the second condition?"

The moment those words left Scarlet Queen’s mouth, the entire room shuddered. It was impossible to count how many times people had gasped in shock by now.

Not only had Ethan just obliterated Whitestone again right in front of Scarlet Queen, but he even declared that he would keep killing him until he was back to level zero...

And Scarlet Queen—she didn’t even object.

She actually... accepted it.

What kind of insanity was this?!

"E-Ethan...?"

Emily stood behind him, her wide, beautiful eyes locked onto Ethan’s back. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might stop at any moment. Beside her, Isabella clutched onto Emily’s clothes, her face frozen in sheer disbelief. She was completely stunned, unable to process what was happening.

As for William and Nightfall? There was no need to even mention them.

They were already petrified, standing there like statues, too terrified to move.

At that moment, Ethan’s gaze flickered as he turned to Scarlet Queen and spoke in a calm, almost indifferent tone.

"Sterling Group doesn’t need to exist anymore."

The second those words landed, Edward’s pupils shrank. He stared at Ethan in utter disbelief.

"Mr. Ethan..."

Scarlet Queen remained silent, her expression darkening with a hint of anger.

"All this... just because Whitestone pissed you off? You’re going to destroy Sterling Group over that? Don’t you think that’s going too far?"

"If Sterling Group is gone, there’s still Ashford Group, Hamilton Group..." Ethan trailed off, then looked directly at Scarlet Queen, his voice still eerily calm.

"I didn’t ask you to wipe out every last member of Sterling Group and send them all back to level zero. That was me showing mercy."

"Mercy?"

Edward could no longer hold back his fury. His face twisted in anger as he snapped,

"Destroying Sterling Group is mercy? If you weren’t being merciful, what—would you wipe out the entire Scarlet Legion next?!"

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

Ethan simply looked at Scarlet Queen, his expression unreadable.

A few seconds passed. Then, without any change in his tone, he spoke again.

"Mr. Carter, we’re leaving. Isabella, Emily—let’s go."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Scarlet Queen’s face changed instantly.

In a flash, she stepped forward, blocking Ethan’s path. Her voice was urgent.

"Wait—"

"Move."

Ethan’s voice was cold.

Colder than ice.

Scarlet Queen’s expression shifted again, but she still stubbornly stood in Ethan’s way. Gritting her teeth, she finally spoke.

"I... I never said I wouldn’t agree..."

The moment those words left her lips, the entire room fell into stunned silence.

It wasn’t just William and Nightfall—

Even the high-ranking members of Scarlet Legion were visibly shaken, their faces filled with disbelief as they stared at Scarlet Queen.

"Queen..."

But Ethan remained unfazed. His expression was calm, indifferent, as he looked at Scarlet Queen and spoke in a flat tone.

"That’s your decision."

"To be honest, I have no personal grudge against you. And frankly, I don’t have the patience to argue with a woman over this. But I’ve already given you a chance. You’re not stupid, are you? Use your head."

Then, without waiting for a response, he stepped around the stunned Scarlet Queen, grabbed Isabella—who was still in a daze—and walked out of the banquet hall.

Emily hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and whispered something into Selene’s ear before quickly following after Ethan and Isabella, disappearing through the grand doors.

Edward, the chairman of Sterling Group, trembled violently. Whether it was from fear or rage—or both—was unclear.

"That arrogant brat... That arrogant brat..."

He turned to Scarlet Queen, her expression unreadable, as if he wanted to say something—

But before he could—

A sudden, earth-shaking roar erupted from outside the banquet hall.

ROAR!

A powerful, almost divine cry echoed through the air, sending a shockwave through the entire venue.

Scarlet Queen’s pupils contracted sharply. Without hesitation, she strode toward the entrance.

But the moment she stepped outside—

Her curvaceous figure froze in place.

Her face, usually composed and unreadable, twisted into sheer, unfiltered shock.

Her breath hitched.

Her heart nearly stopped.

"A... A unicorn?!"

There, standing before her, was Ethan—seated atop a pristine, radiant white unicorn.

Its presence was overwhelming, exuding an aura of absolute divinity.

And Ethan, sitting atop it, gazed down at her from afar.

His eyes...

That look in his eyes made her chest tighten, her breath catch in her throat.

It was as if time itself had stopped.

A stunned gasp rippled through the crowd.

"H-Holy shit..."

"An 11-Tier... U-U-Unicorn?!"

The high-ranking members of Scarlet Legion, the executives of Nocturnal Crescent, William—everyone who had rushed out of the banquet hall—

They all froze.

Like statues.

Like lifeless stones.

There were only six known 11-Tier units in the world.

And one of them... was the unicorn.

Even though no 11-Tier units had ever been seen in North America before,

That didn’t stop every single person here from recognizing it instantly.

It was burned into their memories—engraved into their very souls.

An 11-Tier unit wasn’t something you forgot.

"He actually has an 11-Tier unit?!"

Scarlet Queen’s mind was in complete turmoil.

She had thought she had already overestimated Ethan.

She had thought she had given enough weight to the Draconic Pact.

But now, she realized—

She had been so, so wrong.

This wasn’t just some rising king.

This was a god descending upon the battlefield.

An 11-Tier unit alone was enough to make even the top-ranked players of Holy Concord bow their heads.

Only Lich’s Covenant or the military itself could even hope to challenge him.

Compared to that...

What was Scarlet Legion?

Nothing.

Not even lambs to the slaughter.

And worst of all—

The magic Ethan had displayed earlier...

Now, she was certain.

That was real Tier-3 magic.