Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1344 Price of Legacy

Orion sensed a faint resonance, a low-toned tremor vibrating through the atmosphere. Stray wisps of Faith Energy were migrating across the continent from the human realms and the Blood Elf territories, all gravitating toward his position.

"Orion," a gentle voice interrupted his focus. "I can sense it radiating from you. A quality of... total purity."

The evening was draped in a hazy, dim light. Lilith stood on the citadel's highest balcony, resting against the cold stone balustrade. Her translucent gown offered little concealment of her figure, permitting the night air to brush against her skin.

Orion moved up behind her, encircling her waist with his massive arms.

"You've made progress," he whispered, his chin resting near her temple. "You are now able to perceive the movement of Faith Energy."

Her ability to sense it wasn't merely due to the energy's refinement; it served as a clear sign of her own relentless Cultivation.

"I am merely fortunate, my love." Lilith remained facing away, leaning back to merge into his embrace while deeply breathing in his scent. She found the fragrance intoxicating—the aroma of primal strength and ancient earth.

Orion said nothing. He was aware of the underlying reality.

The disparity in their power was a canyon that only grew wider as time passed, exerting a heavy, suffocating weight upon her. To those looking in from the outside, Lilith was the lucky one, the siren who had captured the heart of a rising god. Yet they failed to see the truth. The women in Orion’s life existed in a state of beautiful torment, straining their bodies and souls to their limits just to remain within the reach of his shadow.

"I am who I am," Orion rumbled, the sound vibrating in his chest. "And you are my wife. That was a fact yesterday, it remains true today, and it shall be true ten centuries from now."

He placed a kiss upon the crown of her head.

Carrying the title of the Giant King's consort was a heavy burden. With the arrival of Isilra and Seraphina—beings who paired exquisite beauty with devastating, high-rank power—the silent ranking within the harem had undergone a shift. The strain was enough to shatter a weaker woman.

Lilith turned within his arms, her gaze shimmering with a blend of longing and fragility. "Honey... I wish for another child."

A bashful flush crept onto her cheeks, yet her eyes remained resolute. If she was unable to equal him in combat prowess, she would tether him through bloodline. That was her plan. Having reached the summit of the Legend rank, she believed her physique was finally robust enough to host his seed once more.

Orion gazed at her, a hint of sorrow flickering in his eyes. She did not comprehend the situation.

Since his breakthrough to the Demigod rank, his very biology had undergone a fundamental transformation. Unless a woman possessed a physical constitution that touched the divine, the chances of conception were virtually nonexistent.

Only Seraphina can handle it, Orion reflected somberly. Her physiology is the only one strong enough to bear my successor without being destroyed.

"Very well," Orion replied softly.

He lacked the resolve to extinguish her hope. Though the probability was nearly impossible, he would not refuse her the chance.

Orion lifted Lilith into his arms and carried her toward the sleeping quarters.

Lilith was far from passive. As a high succubus, her physical form was both her primary tool and her greatest delight. With a mere thought, the tatters of her dress vanished into nothingness, instantly replaced by a magical manifestation: a harness crafted of dark, oiled leather and see-through lace that lifted her breasts and accented her hips.

"Love me," she breathed, her voice a low, melodic vibration.

The ensuing night was a tempest of raw intensity. It was a clash between a Giant and a Succubus, a symphony of massive scale and magical stamina. Lilith pushed herself to the limit, her frame straining to contain the overwhelming essence of a Demigod. Her desire went beyond pleasure; she sought to be saturated, wanting his divine essence to take root within her very core.

It was a night defined by ferocity, tenderness, and fervent pleas. Lilith implored him not to restrain himself, and Orion, honoring her determination, gave her exactly what she sought.

The following morning, they were awakened not by dawn, but by a disturbance outside their chambers.

Elara and Pallas.

Pallas, nearing maturity, understood what a barred door signified. He had overheard the muffled noises the previous night—sounds that made his ears burn—and was extremely hesitant to bother his parents.

Elara, conversely, had no regard for such social boundaries.

To Elara, nothing was more important than Orion's homecoming. She possessed a list of desires and was determined to see them fulfilled. She had pulled Pallas along to serve as a shield, reasoning that it was much harder to scold two adorable children than just one.

Creak.

The massive oak doors parted. Orion and Lilith emerged, fully dressed and looking revitalized.

"Daddy! I missed you!"

Orion gave a laugh as Elara clambered up his leg to sit upon his shoulder. He reached up, playfully messing with the young girl's hair.

He then shifted his attention to Pallas. The boy was fidgeting, looking uncomfortable. Even though he had returned to his smaller stature, his mind was becoming that of an adult. He could no longer manage the simple, effortless affection that Elara showed.

"Hah! Why the hesitation, son?"

Orion reached out with a giant hand, seizing Pallas by the back of his clothes and hoisting him onto his vacant shoulder.

At the moment, Pallas appeared as a standard youth. The fearsome four-headed, eight-armed war form was tucked away deep inside him.

"Let us depart," Orion declared. "We are going for a stroll through Stoneheart."

"Yay!" Elara shouted happily.

"Yes, Father," Pallas whispered, finally relaxing a little.

Stoneheart City was a masterpiece of organized chaos. It lacked the structured layout of human cities, opting instead for a sprawling, natural tapestry of architectural styles. Merchants from a dozen different races occupied the storefronts, and the throngs of people were a kaleidoscope of odd garments and foreign biology.

From the morning mist until the sun reached its zenith, and eventually until the lanterns sparked to life at twilight, Orion carried his children through the streets.

He moved under a thick shroud of concealment. To the busy crowds, he was a phantom, invisible to the naked eye. Aside from several pauses where Elara pointed out snacks she wanted to try, Orion did not engage with anyone.

By the time the stars began to dot the sky, they had made their way back to the fortress. Lilith stood waiting at the entrance with her attendants.

"He is all yours," Orion said, passing a drowsy Pallas to his mother.

Lilith gave a smile as she took the boy. Orion kept Elara on his shoulder and strode toward the great hall, heading for the massive throne that had once served as his bed.

He took his seat on the throne, setting Elara on the broad stone armrest—a distinction that even Pallas had never received.

"Elara," Orion spoke, his voice turning from lighthearted to serious. "There is something you wish to ask me, isn't there?"

Elara stood up on the armrest, her eyes sparkling. "Daddy, I want to be just like my brother."

"I want the four heads and the eight arms!"

As she made her request, she wove a spell. Illusions began to dance around her. Six ghostly, plump white arms emerged from her back. Three heads began to take shape upon her shoulders. She struck a pose, imitating the mudras and combat stances she had observed Pallas performing.

"I have the appearance down," she insisted, puffing out her chest, "but I'm missing the power!"

In truth, her ability to replicate the Titan form with such precision proved she had been studying Pallas with intense focus.

Orion gave a brief critique of her magical form, then lifted her into his palms, bringing her to his eye level.

"The [Four-Headed, Eight-Armed Avatar] represents the ultimate combat form of the Stoneheart Titan lineage," Orion stated solemnly. "Is this truly what you desire?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I really want it!" She nodded her head vigorously.

"The process involves agonizing pain. Your body must be broken and reconstructed. Do you still wish for it?"

"I'm not scared of pain!" Elara cried out.

To Elara, pain was not a warning. It was merely another feeling. In her mind, anything owned by powerful beings was something she should possess and enjoy. Fear was a concept she had yet to truly grasp.

Orion went quiet. He looked deep into her eyes—eyes that were innocent, pure, and terrifyingly ambitious.

"Elara," he finally said. "Wait here for a moment."