Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory

"Sea King Maelthorak, rest assured—if that Emerald Castle lord dares to act out of line, I’ll drag every last one of them back here myself. You can deal with them however you see fit..."

At those words, Naga Swordmaster Kairos immediately nodded, his face lighting up with excitement. He was practically buzzing with anticipation.

As one of Maelthorak’s most trusted lieutenants, Kairos knew better than anyone just how much his lord treasured the Level 4 Soulbind Shackles. Normally, those things were locked away so tight, even catching a glimpse of them was a rare privilege—let alone actually using them.

But now?

Now, Sea King Maelthorak had handed them over to him. To use.

And damn, it felt good. No—better than good. It felt amazing.

And the cherry on top?

He didn’t have to go to the frontlines anymore.

Hell yeah.

Because let’s be real—those massive faction wars? They were no joke. Even a Crimson-tier Ultimate Hero could get killed if they weren’t careful. And he was just an Orange-tier Legendary Hero. Sure, he was strong, but not invincible.

So yeah, getting a chance to steer clear of that meat grinder, even temporarily? That was a godsend.