Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1346 Elara Stoneheart

This was a catastrophe of extinction-level proportions.

On the world of Elementhia, the six magical schools were not merely defeated; they were completely wiped from existence. The entire planet was devoured, leaving only a lone, jagged fragment of reality behind, which came to be known as the Radiant Continent.

Peace remained elusive even for that surviving shard. Over the following centuries, the Radiant Continent turned into a battlefield for feuding demigods, its control shifting hands with every subsequent disaster.

Yet, during those final moments of a dying world—perhaps through the intervention of the World Tree or the desperate survival instinct of the planet’s own soul—Elara came into being.

She was birthed from calamity and hardened by the forces of entropy.

As she paced through the [Stoneheart Temple], her vision was filled with historical images that were not her own, yet belonged to her entirely. She witnessed the rise and fall of great empires, the arrogance of powerful mages, and the hopelessness of those facing death. These were the chronicles of a perished world, a vast repository of wisdom etched in blood and suffering.

The flow of time seemed to vanish. By the time Elara’s mind finally emerged from that sea of ancient lore, she had reached the far end of the Temple.

"I... I am... a World-Spirit..." Her voice began as a faint, trembling whisper. "No... no... I... am... Elara Stoneheart!"

All doubt evaporated. Her proclamation grew stronger with every word until it rang out like the strike of a heavy bronze bell.

"I AM ELARA STONEHEART!"

Tilting her head back, she let out a roar so powerful it rattled the very foundations of the Divine Kingdom.

In a flash, the young girl was gone. Standing in her place was a titan—a terrifying being with four heads and eight arms. She occupied the space with an aura of majesty and oppression that mirrored Orion’s own.

Standing outside the Temple, Orion observed the scene, a genuine and broad grin spreading across his face.

He could sense it—the vibration of his own bloodline resonating in perfect sync with hers.

Elara was the first individual to inherit his complete form despite not being his biological daughter. This was the ultimate proof: provided the talent was high enough, the will sufficiently firm, and the compatibility right, any member of the Stoneheart Horde could achieve Ascension.

"So that is the meaning of it," Orion whispered as a sudden clarity washed over him.

Watching Elara in her Titan state caused his mind to drift back to Kaidric, the Abyssal Ruler of the Sixth Layer. He finally understood the reason behind Kaidric's strangely familial treatment of him.

They shared the same bloodline and the same Death-Soul physiology. For all intents and purposes, they were of the same kin.

It was the same with Elara. Previously, she was his daughter by adoption. After her time in the Temple, she was truly one of his people.

While Orion was lost in thought, Elara walked out from the Temple.

She had retracted her combat form. The massive Titan had vanished, replaced by a teenage girl who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old.

She looked toward Orion, her eight arms—which remained manifested—waving with excitement.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

All four heads spoke at once, their voices blending into a strange, layered chorus.

Orion smiled as he pulled a large cloak from his inventory and wrapped it around her.

She had walked in as a six-year-old child and emerged as a young woman. While her features were mostly the same, only more mature, her clothes had been destroyed during her transformation. She stood there unclothed, radiating immense power.

By inheriting the full bloodline, her dormant potential had been unleashed. She hadn't just grown in size; her power level had surged to the rank of Arch Lord.

This was a rare form of evolution. Unlike Orion, who required massive quantities of Faith Energy to construct his divine body, Elara had skipped that step. She had transformed her own natural Essence—the concentrated energy of a World-Spirit—directly into the power of her bloodline.

To be more precise, her transformation into a Stoneheart Titan served as the creation of her Body of Faith. That form was the physical manifestation of her divinity.

"Little Elara has finally grown up," Orion remarked with a gentle tease. "A proper young lady now."

As he spoke, Elara’s body began to change. Her extra arms and heads faded away, sinking back into her torso until she appeared human once more.

"Daddy, I feel so strong! Like, incredibly strong," she said with a bright smile, clenching her fists. "I can actually fight for the Horde now! For real!"

Her goals remained the same. She still desired to be a queen and sit upon a throne. However, she now possessed the raw power required to achieve it.

"The Titanion Realm will soon face a significant crisis," Orion noted, his expression turning grave. "Once we survive that conflict, I will personally assist you in forming the [Elementhia Legions]."

Elara’s eyes widened in shock. "The Elementhia Legions?"

Orion gave a small laugh and shrugged, offering no further details. He gestured back toward the Temple with his thumb.

"You underwent your awakening within my Divine Kingdom. I set the laws here, and I could feel everything you experienced." He looked at her with warmth but also firmness. "Our Horde remains vulnerable, Elara. It requires defenders. It needs us."

"Yes!" Elara nodded intently, pulling her cloak closer. Her face turned a shade of pink—realizing her father had essentially viewed her inner memories made her feel a sudden wave of shyness.

Orion shook his head and turned around to afford her some privacy. "Change your clothes. We have work to do."

Stoneheart City, Titanion Realm

Within a beautifully kept garden of a grand estate in the inner city, Rendall sat inside a spacious, open tent, pouring a drink for Drakthul.

Since they had returned from the battles on Aenari Island, the two veterans had stayed in Stoneheart to help Lilith manage the Horde’s affairs. Men of their standing rarely had many friends; they mostly just had their old brothers-in-arms.

"The rumors say that Dirtclaw’s boys are already starting to outdo their father," Drakthul grunted, tapping his cup against Rendall’s.

He was referring to Anubis and Wepwawet, the talented sons of Dirtclaw.

Those two young gnolls were treated almost like royalty, serving as the primary lieutenants for Elara and Pallas. Supported by the First Daughter of the Horde and the Giant Prince, they carried themselves with a confidence that Dirtclaw never displayed.

Lilith and Dirtclaw had invested heavily in their growth, turning them into the undisputed top fighters of their age group. They were prideful as well—regularly appearing at the city’s Colosseum to crush veteran warriors into the dust as the crowds roared.

"Hmph," Rendall snorted before taking a drink. "That’s just child's play. They are merely pups who have never stepped onto a true battlefield. They haven't truly tasted blood yet."

It wasn't that Rendall didn't acknowledge their power. It was a matter of loyalty. No matter how impressive the younger generation became, in Rendall’s heart, they would never replace the battle-hardened reliability of Dirtclaw.