Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1334 Fractured Skies and Ancient Omens

"The baby... please, save our child..."

Though Isilra’s sight was failing, she could still make out the silhouette hovering over her. Her fingers gripped Orion’s arm with fading strength as she pleaded in a ragged whisper.

"Be still," Orion murmured, his presence acting as a stabilizing force amidst the chaos. "The danger has passed. It was merely the evolution of the bloodline. I have successfully calmed the resonance."

He reached out to brush the perspiration-soaked hair from her brow. "You must rest. Expand your consciousness and you will perceive him. He is unharmed."

After a moment of hesitation, Isilra shut her eyes and shifted her internal focus. Gradually, the rigidity left her limbs. Her breathing grew rhythmic and calm as she drifted into a deep, healing slumber.

Orion remained by her side until her vitals were constant, then he stepped out from the shimmering waters of the Moonwell.

Gima, the Demigod of the Moonwell, met him with a somber gaze. "That infant possesses the undiluted bloodline of a Demigod. Even for a being of elemental life like Isilra, the burden is extreme. She will be consumed by the strain before the birth. Unless..."

She trailed off, but the conclusion was obvious to Orion.

Unless she achieved ascension. Only a mother at the Demigod level could endure the development of a Demigod offspring.

"I am aware," Orion replied, a flicker of heat radiating from his body to dry himself instantly. "You care for her deeply, but Staghelm City lacks the foundation and wealth required to elevate her to such heights."

He cast a final look at his sleeping wife. "She is mine. The Stoneheart Horde will provide the path for her future."

"She is safe for now," Orion continued, his voice shifting into the cold, sharp tone of a conqueror. "The rest is my responsibility."

It was a quiet vow of hostility. Whether for personal gain, kin, or the Tribe, the Stoneheart Horde had always been defined by its path of conquest. For them, expansion was an instinctual necessity rather than a mere plan.

Gima gave a silent nod of acknowledgment. Words were no longer needed. Her duty was the protection of Isilra; his was to set the world ablaze to ensure her survival.

Southern Ocean, Current's Bend.

The moment Orion set foot in Staghelm City, a tremor vibrated through the world's ley lines. Leagues away, within the dark trenches of the seafloor, his avatar—the Abyssal Dreadfin—bolted awake from its deep slumber.

The currents surrounding Atlantis began to boil. The three Grand Marshals of the deep-sea empire were gathering once more.

"Is there a crisis?" Kraken questioned, observing the sudden appearance of Orion and Leonidas in the war room. Unaware of recent events, he suspected an imminent invasion.

"The brother has finished his seclusion," Leonidas declared, taking a seat across from Kraken. "Our shortage of elites is over. We finally possess the necessary power. It is time to seize new territory."

Leonidas snatched a massive lobster from the spread, crushing its shell with his teeth to get at the meat.

Kraken stared in disbelief. "Finished seclusion?" He turned his gaze toward Orion. "The Big Guy is back?"

Suddenly, the truth dawned on him. "Wait. Did you actually undergo Cultivation to the next stage?"

Orion responded with a knowing smirk.

"Impossible," Kraken gasped, rising to his feet. "You have become a Demigod?"

The shock lasted only a moment before Kraken regained his composure, hiding his amazement behind a wide grin.

"Squiddy, you're getting slow. The old you would have been shouting this news to everyone." Leonidas continued eating his lobster, acting indifferent. "Don't praise him too much. Our Boss may be a Demigod now, but he had to sacrifice his Demigod avatar to achieve it. A trade-off, really."

This was a calculated half-truth to prevent Kraken from feeling overwhelmed and to maintain the group's rapport. Leonidas was well aware that Orion hadn't lost anything; he had refined his power into a single, far more lethal form.

"For real?" Kraken slumped back into his chair, looking disappointed. "What a waste. Losing a strategic asset like that is a heavy blow."

"Do not worry about it," Orion said, joining them at the table. "My power is concentrated in one vessel now. It feels... more refined." He leaned in closer. "I am unchained. No more hiding in the shadows to avoid the crossfire of the powerful."

Kraken’s expression brightened instantly. He understood the implications. "Understood, Bosses. What is the objective? Just give me a target and I will demolish it."

Land. Wealth. Ascension. Those were Kraken's only motivations. Seeing Orion reach the goal first only fueled his own ambition.

"Have some patience," Leonidas grunted, cleaning lobster remnants from his face. "First, we have an appointment with that messenger from the Cult of Four."

His eyes turned cold. "I want to hear the pathetic terms those lunatics are trying to sell us."

Orion and Kraken shared a glance, both wearing identical, predatory smiles.

Titanion Realm, Stoneheart Citadel.

"Sister! Wait! Let me look at the little fella one more time!"

Deep within the royal gardens, Pallas was practically drooling as he chased after Elara.

"Come on, please!" he pleaded.

Elara’s World Dragon had finally emerged from its shell, and it was a sight to behold. Her former companion, the Inferno Dragon—which already possessed a prestigious bloodline—had been passed down to Caelus like a discarded plaything.

This new creature was on an entirely different level. Pallas had attempted to touch and inspect it, but the hatchling had hissed in warning, causing Elara to lose her temper.

Zap!

She used a flash of movement to vanish, leaving Pallas standing alone among the glowing plants.

"That is definitely a legendary species," Pallas whispered to himself. His ability to judge quality had grown significantly since his change. He possessed his own dragon, of course, but the World Dragon was a different class of beast.

"So stingy," he muttered. Lacking the ability to use magic, he couldn't follow her teleportation. Furthermore, while his Stoneheart Titan form was capable of flight, Lilith had strictly forbidden him from flying within the palace grounds.

Dejected, Pallas began to waddle his short legs toward the garden's exit.

He stopped dead in his tracks the moment he looked up.

The horizon looked wrong.

"What is going on?"

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

...

The vibrations didn't just strike his ears; they resonated deep within his soul.

Nine distinct, world-shaking tolls echoed through the air, vibrating the very core of the realm.

Pallas remained frozen. A wave of instinctive, chilling dread washed over him. This wasn't merely noise; it felt like a final countdown.

It felt as though the world was ending.

To Pallas, the sight was like a vivid dream brought to life.

The sky had split open, revealing a vision where civilization and the wild merged into a chaotic spectrum of light.

He witnessed grand cities of impossible design built into savage wilderness. Giant insectoid structures stood next to glowing lakes. Peaks that touched the heavens were topped with palaces floating in the air. It was a beautiful display of strange life: schools of translucent fish swimming through rivers in the sky, glowing plants dancing in phantom winds, and the shadows of massive monsters moving through twilight woods.

Then, he saw them. Insectoid soldiers in thick armor, thrusting their blades toward the sky in a display of religious fervor.

"What is that?" Pallas marveled, his face filled with the wonder of a child watching a spectacle.

Unlike Orion, who had fought his way up from nothing, Pallas was a child of privilege. He lacked the cautious instincts born of hardship. To him, the unknown was a source of wonder, not a threat.

SCREEEEEE—!

A sharp, agonizing cry broke his trance.

From the highest point of the Stoneheart Citadel, Fenyra the Phoenix let out a scream filled with absolute, raw horror.

Moments later, the city’s emergency sirens began their mournful wail.