Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1335 My Domain. My Protection

The inhabitants of Stoneheart became paralyzed. That particular noise was unmistakable. In this land, tranquility was a recent and fragile indulgence; conflict was the natural state of things.

"Fenyra, give me a report!"

Exiting the War Council chambers with purposeful strides, Lilith directed her attention toward the strange celestial anomaly while speaking to the raptor resting on her shoulder.

"A disaster," Fenyra replied hoarsely, her plumage standing on end. "The firmament isn't merely transforming. It is fracturing. This is the herald of the End Times."

As she gazed upward, ancient recollections flickered within her burning eyes. "My home... it met its demise just like this."

A chill ran through Lilith. Her trust in Fenyra was absolute. This phoenix was more than a companion; she was a survivor from a perished dimension, possessing the ancestral memories of a world's ruin.

"The End Times?" Lilith questioned sharply. "Identify the foe."

"I... I cannot say," Fenyra confessed, her form shaking. "But the arrival is imminent."

Lilith reacted instantly. "Initiate total lockdown. Activate the shields. Immediately."

At the Colosseum.

The audience fell into a deathly hush. Thousands of gazes were fixed upon the heavens, completely disregarding the two combatants who had frozen mid-strike to witness the cosmic display above.

"What in the world is happening out there?"

Nico the Fat hurried onto the VIP balcony, with Kael standing with a stoic expression at his side.

"It appears to be... a miracle," Nico whispered, narrowing his eyes.

"No," Kael corrected, his tone heavy with dread. "It looks like an invasion."

"Look! The barrier!" Nico shouted, gesturing with a thick finger.

A glowing, semi-transparent dome of power materialized, encasing the entirety of Stoneheart City.

The alarms were one thing—perhaps a mere exercise. But the barrier was different. It required immense mana to sustain. Its activation signaled a danger level far beyond any routine protocol.

"Shut everything down!" Kael commanded, spinning toward his subordinates. "Evacuate the populace. Protect the vault. Provide weapons to the slaves. Post every guard at the perimeter."

Designed by Orion, the Colosseum functioned as a source of wealth during peace and a bastion during war. Kael and Nico were well-versed in the procedure.

"War... damn it all, war once again!" Nico groaned, wiping perspiration from his brow. "Does this mean I must return to a wall and stab at beasts with a spear? No! I refuse! I am an executive now!"

He seized a magi-amplifier and began shouting instructions at the panicked arena floor.

"Pay attention, you scum! All gambling is halted! Vacate the stands in a systematic fash—"

The roar of the multitude drowned out his voice. Total hysteria had taken hold. The "miracle" in the sky, the sirens, and the barrier—the more perceptive spectators understood the gravity of the situation, and a stampede broke out.

Inside the Citadel.

Elara looked up from her scrolls in her private quarters, her complexion turning ghostly white.

"The Cataclysm."

The term escaped her lips before she could suppress it. Being a World Spirit, she lacked concrete memories of her former life, yet her soul recognized the scent of the air that preceded the burning of her world.

Escape.

Her instincts for self-preservation screamed at her. She lifted her hand, and a teleportation array began to shimmer beneath her.

Pallas. Mother.

The light of the circle wavered. She found herself unable to abandon them.

Father. Mentor.

The magical circle vanished entirely.

Her father and the Commander were out there on the front lines. They acted as the shield. If any beings could prevent the sky from collapsing, it was them. She would remain and face whatever came.

The Titanion Realm.

Pandemonium broke loose. From the Human Kingdoms to the Blood Elves and the Dragonflights—everyone watched the heavens in terror.

In the ocean depths, the currents turned violent. Enormous waves slammed into the shores as the very laws of physics buckled. Millions from the aquatic races rose to the surface, their voices rising in a chorus of fear at the alien firmament.

Deep Ocean, Unknown Dimension.

The Demigod Lady Seraphina was jolted from her rest. Her eyes radiated a shimmering, iridescent light.

"Why?" she murmured, her voice sending vibrations through the water. "The World Tunnels were obliterated. How can this be happening?"

She wasted no time. With a swift movement of her tail, she disappeared.

At that same moment, her avatar in the coastal city of Marina dissolved into motes of light, sending its consciousness back to her primary form.

The Void Between Worlds.

This place was the scarred remnant of the theater of war where the Titanion Realm and the Emerald Dream Realm had once fought. It was meant to be a wasteland, a silent zone.

Now, it pulsed with life.

Three powerful entities emerged in the emptiness: Lady Seraphina of the Deep, Demigod Kairon of the Dreadfin, and Demigod Evander of the Humans.

The Triumvirate of Titanion.

"Kairon, Evander," Seraphina’s voice pierced the void. "Assure me that this is an illusion. Why has the battlefield been restored? Have we been linked back to the Emerald Dream?"

Seraphina floated in the darkness, the literal embodiment of oceanic war. Her lower half had transformed from a fin into a skirt of segmented scale-armor. A crown sat upon her head, and ribbons of glowing energy swirled around her. She clutched a deep-blue trident, her grip so tight her knuckles were white.

"Kairon," she commanded, her voice echoing. "Give me your report."

Kairon shook his head. Having just emerged from a sleep lasting centuries, his thoughts were still clouded. However, for Seraphina—the woman who held his undying, unrequited love—he forced his mind to sharpen.

"I am as ignorant as you, Seraphina. I have only just awakened." He turned, his soft expression instantly turning into a snarl as he faced the third figure. "Evander. What sort of mess have you caused this time?"

The blame was pointed. Kairon’s attitude shifted from devoted loyalty to lethal hostility in a heartbeat.

Evander, the Human Demigod, raised his palms in a peaceful gesture. "Do not blame me. I have no hand in this."

"Is that so?" Kairon mocked. "Or have you forgotten the last collision between the Titanion Realm and the Emerald Dream Realm? That was caused by your people meddling with forbidden formations."

"That was an unfortunate accident," Evander countered, though he appeared exhausted. He was well aware that his past made him a convenient target for blame. "But examine the energy signature. This does not belong to the Emerald Dream Realm. It is something different. Something predatory."

Silence fell upon the trio. Evander’s observation was correct. The encroaching reality wasn't merely bumping into them; it was trying to consume them.

"We are facing a crisis," Seraphina stated coldly. "The Realm Wards were crafted by me to endure a siege from other gods. Yet, this collision is occurring without the alarms even sounding."

"The Wards are silent?" Kairon knit his brows. Such a thing should be impossible. The defenses of the Titanion Realm were meant to be flawless.

"There can only be one reason," Seraphina went on, her hand tightening on her weapon. "The Wards didn't fail to work. They were bypassed entirely. Someone from within granted them access. The foe has already mastered our laws."

The air in the void turned venomous instantly.

Kairon, Seraphina, and Evander moved away from each other, creating a triangle of doubt. Even Kairon distanced himself from Seraphina. Trust was a commodity they could no longer afford now that war had arrived.

"Enough," Evander said, defusing the tension before blades were drawn. "We have lived through eons together. We understand each other's methods. Our status and our very lives are bound to the Titanion Realm. Its destruction serves no one."

He looked from the Dreadfin to the Mermaid. "If we fight among ourselves now, we are doomed. We will be devoured. We must hold our ground."

The reasoning was sound. They were survivors, not fanatics seeking death.

"Very well," Evander noted, seeing them settle slightly. "The identity of the culprit is secondary. Survival is the priority. This is my domain. My sanctuary. I will not permit some cosmic parasite to claim it."

The Titanion Realm had known a lengthy age of peace under their rule. It offered a consistent flow of faith energy, and none of them wished for that source to vanish.

"We have slumbered for too long," Kairon whispered. "The world has... evolved."

He paused, his head turning toward a distant part of the realm. Seraphina and Evander sensed it a moment later.

A massive eruption of energy. A miracle was taking place.

Moments before, terror had seized the Stoneheart Horde. Commands had been barked through magical channels: Close the gates. Power up the kinetic barriers.

People ran through the streets, frightened by the sudden eclipse of the sun. Then, the statues of the Giant King—massive monuments in every town square—burst with radiance.

It wasn't a searing heat, but a dense, golden glow that blanketed both stone and people.

As the light dimmed, an image appeared over every city in the Horde’s lands. It was a ghostly giant, a Titan possessing four heads and eight arms, stretching across the sky.

"My Domain. My Protection."

The voice didn't just strike the ears; it vibrated in the very bones of every soul. It was Orion.

"War offers glory to those without fear," the Titan declared, his voice cold yet final. "Calamity is near. But my people will not fall."

The eight spectral limbs of the Stoneheart Titan moved in a complex pattern. A flood of divine power fell from the heavens, crashing into the defensive shields of every settlement. The barriers flared, growing thick with golden light, strengthening them to the point where even a Demigod would find them difficult to breach.

This was no ordinary magic. This was a Miracle.

Orion had come back to the Stoneheart Horde, utilizing the start of the apocalypse to proclaim his rise to the rank of Demigod.

In Stoneheart City, the capital, the atmosphere was even more intense.

Unlike the images in the distant towns, the presence here felt tangible and heavy. The divine energy was so concentrated that it bathed the city in a perpetual golden dusk.

"A God..."

On a high perch overlooking the arena, Nico fell to his knees. The stout merchant, who usually only cared for gold, pressed his face to the cold floor, shivering.

"My Lord... he truly succeeded."

Beside him, Kadir did the same, his eyes wide with a blend of fear and bliss. Their risk—their betrayal of the old ways and their loyalty to this newcomer—had been rewarded.

Even the outsiders, the players and travelers from other worlds who typically mocked local beliefs, were stunned. They knew that energy signature.

"That is an Idol Manifestation," a traveler whispered to a friend. "That is a Body of Faith. He is no longer just a boss. He is a Demigod."

The word traveled like lightning. Orion had ascended.

Thousands of people filled the squares, bowing before the shimmering statues. The air hummed with the sound of celestial choirs. It was a display of absolute, terrifying grandeur.

The Titanion Realm was merging with another world. For the commoners, it seemed like the end of days. But as the golden light of Orion touched them, they discovered a new pillar of strength.