Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1382 The Wheel of Fate

The evening blurred by in a whirlwind of movement and feeling.

Orion awoke, his gaze fixed on her. The whole night had been devoted to her company. It turned into an unending session of closeness, delivering Sylvana surge upon surge of bliss.

Yet under all that bodily delight, what she held onto tightest was the vow—the chance to behold light once more.

Orion stretched his hand forward, pressing against the middle of her brow. Waves of Divine Power flowed across her, plunging her into a profound, unconscious sleep.

He inspected her with care. On a physical level, Sylvana's eyes remained flawless. No harm had touched the cornea or the optic nerve.

Orion sank into contemplation. He held off on starting the removal right away. This went beyond a basic bodily issue; it stemmed from a curse woven by Fate.

Back then, Orion lacked the insight into Divine Power's laws to pinpoint the true origin of her sightlessness. He failed to grasp that her state resulted from a rebound—a steep toll for glimpsing beyond destiny's veil. Now, however, his elevated sight revealed the reality. Dense, twisting energy clustered in her unseeing eyes, crafting the rigid bonds of a curse.

A notion sparked within him. The Purification Tower located in Soraya City could hold the solution to shattering this bind.

Without delay, he gathered Sylvana into his embrace. Channeling his Divine Power, Orion ripped open a tear in the void, vanishing through space to arrive straight in Soraya City.

Soraya City, Valkorath Realm.

The city shone as a haven of peace and abundance.

Those relocated to dwell in the Valkorath Realm flourished. Natural calamities were absent, hunger nonexistent, and pain unknown. Across the years, their numbers had grown at an astonishing rate. The fungal beings cultivated in the nearby oceans were seen by residents not as threats, but as communal assets—something to gather, an advantage claimed by the mighty.

"Greetings, Great King," a duo of Scorpion Guards clicked, bending deeply in respect as he materialized.

Orion gave a brief nod and marched straight for the pale tower looming afar.

The Purification Tower. Though not an enormous edifice, it held the status of a Sacred Relic among the people. Drawing nearer, Orion spotted a mist of spiritual vibration adhering to the rock. This was Faith Energy, built up from the thanks and devotion of the myriad individuals purified inside its confines.

Orion bore Sylvana up to the tower's topmost room.

At the same time, on a far-off summit surveying the domain.

Caelus halted his swing halfway. He kept his sword motionless, his eyes turning toward Soraya City.

Caelus's private pocket realm linked to the Valkorath Realm; no event occurred without awareness from him—and his mentor, Commander Thresh.

"Your father is playing with fire again," Thresh remarked.

The Commander positioned himself at the cliff's brink, turned away from Caelus, oriented toward the city's direction.

"Master, is Father in danger?" Caelus inquired, swiftly returning his blade to its sheath.

When Thresh described it as "playing with fire," the peril was authentic. Caelus's worry surged forth, sincere and urgent.

"I said playing," Thresh answered, his tone laced with easy superiority. "Even should he suffer a scorch, given your father's present might, he could swiftly douse the blaze and depart unscathed."

Thresh pivoted, gazing at his disciple with barely hidden disdain. "What I'm getting at is you ought to emulate him. Grow bolder. Venture into what scares everyone else."

In outsiders' views, Caelus stood as a genius, an unreachable prodigy. Yet for Thresh, Caelus remained a pupil riddled with shortcomings—chief among them, too much wariness.

"Master, I haven't even completely grasped the initial attack you showed me," Caelus countered, shaking his head. "I lack the bravery to dash into the Abyss by myself."

He differed from his father. Orion's daring came from his might. Caelus planned no solo trip to the Abyss for the Death-Soul Trials without guidance. To him, stirring chaos outside waited until he'd honed his swordsmanship to perfection and risen to Arch Lord status.

Commander Thresh snorted, plainly disappointed by his student's carefulness.

Caelus felt no slight. He merely laughed lightly and picked up his training again, cutting through the empty air with fresh intensity.

Soraya City, Purification Tower.

Orion sensed the watchful stares from the heights. His entrance lacked discretion. Still, he ignored them; they amounted to just a nod from acquaintances.

He laid Sylvana upon the stone platform.

"If Fate counts as a law," Orion pondered aloud, staring at her, "then who set it down?"

While he delved into the curse twisting inside her eyes, a daring inquisitiveness gripped him. Fate loomed deep, intricate, and fearsome. It quietly shaped every existence, tugging threads from the dark. Maybe even personal choices and liberty were just waves stirred by Fate's hidden grasp.

Orion sensed himself shifting from fighter to thinker, teetering on discovery.

"Show yourself," he murmured. "Reveal your real form."

He reached out his arm. Divine Power rushed forth, blending with the tower's refined essence. He laid his hand across Sylvana's eyes.

In a flash, an undetectable power settled over the space. A vast, ghostly wheel emerged encircling them, focused on Orion and Sylvana. Etched with endless moving symbols, it formed the Wheel of Fate.

An unseen pointer, pivoting on Orion, started rotating.

Under his touch, radiance burst open. It surpassed mere luminosity; it dazzled, a spectrum of hues beyond words.

Once the glare dimmed and Orion's sight returned, he went rigid.

He blinked, scanning the area. The tower had vanished. The platform had vanished.

He found himself in a spot both alien and eerily known.

"Kill them!"

A bellow resounded from afar—unyielding, brimming with savage hunger. It jerked Orion from his stupor.

Is that... Blademaster Grommash?

Orion zeroed in on the noise's origin. Forgotten recollections flooded in. He expanded his perception. Indeed, known shapes filled his inner vision. Delilah, Onyx, Rockwell, Earthshaker, and Slagor. They clustered in a compact group, assaulting Grommash.

Orion recognized this moment. He had endured it before.

"So," he grumbled, assessing his inner force. I've been pulled back? Back to the Civil War?

He gauged his strength. Legendary.

"Did you see it?"

Orion whipped around. Beside him loomed a huge, dual-headed Ogre. It was Aldous.

Orion eyed the Ogre, an odd foresight flooding him. He anticipated the beast's upcoming words precisely.

"I want to blow a bubble," Orion stated, giving a shrug.

Aldous's eyes bulged. "Ah... you like blowing bubbles too?"

Orion tilted his head skyward and burst into laughter. It rang out, bold and baffling.

Thus felt the essence of prophecy? Foreseeing the tale prior to the players' delivery? It thrilled like nectar.

"I'll share a secret," the Ogre confided in a hush. "I have a name. I am Aldous. We can be friends."

Be it the prime timeline unfolding anew, or Aldous warming to this odd human, the endearing Ogre launched into his self-presentation.

BOOM!

A blast ripped the sky from the horizon. Yet prior to Orion glancing that way, the query had already stirred deep within him.