Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1364 The Abyssal Showdown

Kraken shifted his gaze, a broad, gleaming smirk stretching across his features. It was a grin packed with teeth and pure, unbridled spite.

Oh, this felt incredible.

This felt absolutely divine.

There was no sensation quite like the adrenaline of being the underdog one second, only to pivot and curb-stomp the bully the next. The fact that this particular bully was the Witch—the traitorous defector of the Champions Alliance and his so-called "senior"—made this triumph taste like the finest ambrosia.

For years, Kraken had been forced into a supporting role, navigating the shadows while titans like the Witch treated him with disdain. But today? Today, he had met their gaze head-on and watched them flinch first.

A profound realization struck him in that instant. He possessed the potential to surpass them. With sufficient time, he wouldn't merely be a player in their game; he would be the one controlling the entire board.

"Are you ready to pay the price?" Kraken questioned, his tone velvety yet razor-sharp.

The Witch remained silent. Her eyes were locked onto the waves, where the Cult's Demigod-level puppet was being ruthlessly torn apart by the Abyssal Dreadfin.

It established a single, undeniable truth: Orion was more powerful than the Clown.

In Kraken’s mind, this was a battle by proxy. If Orion annihilated the Clown, it signified that Kraken had triumphed over the Witch.

"Hahaha!"

"Yes! Destroy him!"

"Traitorous filth!"

Deep within the palace walls, Leonidas was practically vibrating with excitement. The moment the warship's hull had been breached to reveal the Clown, Leonidas had identified the turncoat immediately.

Witnessing the Abyssal Dreadfin pin the Clown down like a common insect was the absolute peak of his year. He felt a sudden urge to dive into the water and deliver a blow himself.

"Is it truly this simple?" Orion whispered, observing the carnage through his mental link with the beast.

He hadn't even tapped into his true reserves. He had merely amplified the Dreadfin's innate gravitational powers to match the baseline of a First Step Demigod.

Despite that, the Clown was collapsing.

Am I actually this formidable?

Orion was aware of his strength, but he hadn't grasped that the chasm was this vast. He was effortlessly dominating a former powerhouse of the Champions Alliance.

ROAR!

Sensing its master's resolve, the Dreadfin let out a thunderous bellow. Orion funneled a bit more divine energy through the connection.

The gravitational field surged in intensity.

The Clown's puppet vessel began to fracture like delicate porcelain. Radiant light bled from the cracks. Then, with a sound reminiscent of shattering glass, the avatar dissolved into a cloud of shimmering dust.

"If this represents the pinnacle of what the Cult of Four can provide," the Dreadfin’s voice thundered, sounding ancient and deep as it echoed Orion’s thoughts, "then Atlantis has no cause to yield."

The titanic creature receded into the depths, disappearing as abruptly as it had surfaced.

A heavy silence blanketed the bay.

"Envoy Nym'zarith," Kraken said quietly, slicing through the tension. "As you can observe, my delay was not born of indecision. It was born of caution."

"The Cult possesses strength, certainly. But do not mistake Atlantis for being defenseless."

"Pardon my bluntness, but arriving with that level of power? It is insufficient. Quite frankly, it is an insult."

Orion had executed his role flawlessly. He had struck terror into them without slaying the Witch, keeping the path for diplomacy open while simultaneously proving that Atlantis wielded the superior weapon.

The destruction of the Clown's avatar was merely incidental damage—a humiliation the Cult would be forced to endure.

"Safe travels, Envoy," Kraken remarked, turning his back to her. He strolled away with a gait that radiated pure arrogance.

The Witch watched his departing figure. She noted the confidence in his stride and the blatant pride emanating from him. She uttered nothing. She couldn't. Both she and the Clown had been utterly shamed.

She tore a teleportation scroll in two and vanished in a brilliant flash of light.

Atlantis, Inner Sanctum

By the time Kraken entered the main hall, Leonidas was already busy pouring drinks.

"Hahaha! Squiddy, that exit was legendary!" Leonidas shouted, offering him a goblet. "You carried yourself like a king. Honestly, someone get this man an award."

Their glasses met with a clink. Even though Leonidas hadn't joined the fray, seeing the Witch humiliated provided more than enough satisfaction.

"Hulk is on a completely different level, though," Kraken confessed, taking a deep draft. "If I hadn't witnessed it personally, I wouldn't believe he was the same person."

The rush of victory began to fade, replaced by a familiar, bittersweet sting.

"Every dog has its day," Leonidas remarked, slapping a heavy hand onto Kraken’s shoulder. "Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow you'll stumble upon an ancient relic and achieve Cultivation ascension overnight."

It was meant as comfort, but the truth was clear to both of them.

Orion was outstripping them. His rate of growth was terrifying, rivaling even their former Commander Thresh. It was daunting.

Why did they think Alexander was subjecting himself to the agony of Asura body refining? Why was Arthas gambling with his soul to pursue the title of Lord of Hell? Why was Leonidas acting as a guardian for World Dragon eggs?

It was because Orion was set at a pace that threatened to leave them all in the dust.

The disparity in their foundations was immense. Those World Dragon eggs Orion had claimed early on had accelerated his growth in ways Kraken couldn't easily match.

"Don't fret, Kraken," Orion said, lifting his glass. "Once we have secured this ocean, I am leading us to a fresh theater of war."

He was already mapping out the conquest of Eldoria.

Orion understood that the Titanion Realm was barreling toward a disaster in the coming decades. The Stoneheart Horde would be occupied protecting their own lands.

If he intended to seize Aina’s world, he would require an elite strike team.

"I'm going to need generals," Orion stated, looking toward his comrades. "You, Leo. Perhaps we can recruit Makareth, Isabella, and Tangere as well. Hell, if Caesar and Aerin wish to join and claim some spoils of chaos, they are more than welcome."

"It's a deal."

Leonidas and Kraken traded a glance. Their eyes sparkled with renewed purpose. They understood. Orion wasn't just offering a battle; he was providing a gateway to power.

"But first," Orion added, his features turning grim. "Regarding the Clown."

"Brother, his power... it wasn't what the reports suggested. He isn't merely a Pseudo-Deity."

The room fell into a hush.

Orion had demolished the avatar, yes. But he had felt the pushback. The concentration of divine energy within that puppet indicated that the Clown's true form was far more dangerous than the Witch's fragile, borrowed strength.

"He's the real deal."