Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1384 Rite of Sacrifice

Orion's eyes grew wide as the truth dawned on him. He wasn't simply observing a recollection; he was living it from a particular viewpoint. He was witnessing exactly what Sylvana had witnessed.

This implied that amid the devastating Giant-King Duel, as Orion battled desperately for survival, Sylvana had observed everything. Yet she hadn't focused on the battle itself. Her gaze had fixed on another thing entirely.

Does that mean the curse didn't originate from my confrontation with Balor? Orion pondered, his thoughts whirling wildly.

He'd long believed Sylvana's loss of vision stemmed from her personal constraints—a repercussion from attempting to foresee the result of a clash involving such mighty beings. However, the facts now pointed to something much darker. She had glimpsed something forbidden.

A enigmatic Titan... abrupt, crushing disaster... a realm conquered... unstoppable... Transformation... without resolutions...

Those broken musings resounded in his head. They captured the sensations she experienced right when her vision was stolen. Abruptly, Sylvana's inner voice pierced through, laced with alarm.

What is that?

It appears like... it's staring at me.

Where is it?

A shiver ran through Orion. He served only as an observer in this recollection, borrowing her line of sight. Within the shadowy emptiness ahead, the ghostly shapes of Orion and Balor clashed fiercely, but Sylvana's focus wandered elsewhere from them.

I see it. It's up in the sky.

Her tone quivered, guiding both her and Orion toward it.

She attempted to glance upward, to concentrate on the oddity, yet she failed. The instant she pinpointed its location, her voice silenced. It seemed her awareness had vanished from the recollection, stranding Orion by himself in the emptiness.

Something up in the sky?

Orion strained to crane his neck backward. The effort proved torturously hard.

What sort of force is this?

Despite his present Demigod-level determination, he sensed oppression, held fast by an unseen, smothering force.

No... I must see. I have to view what's above!

In contrast to Sylvana, Orion carried the essence of a victor. He compelled his sight higher, bit by bit in painful increments, resisting the mental force until his view angled forty-five degrees toward the skies.

There, overshadowing existence, hovered a hazy outline.

It towered immensely. Its form eclipsed the whole vault of heaven.

By contrast, the struggle between Orion and Balor—a contest that rattled the ground—resembled a pair of insects brawling beneath a colossal peak. This being held a scale akin to a celestial body.

Exerting his sight, Orion discerned additional features. Trailing the primary shape, dark tendrils twisted and stretched. Limbs. Enormous limbs capable of shrouding the sun.

Perhaps... eight in total?

Orion endeavored to press on, to clarify the image, to behold the visage of this stellar terror. Yet the recollection couldn't bear the burden of reality.

The realm shattered. The heavens crumbled. All faded into oblivion.

Soraya City, Purification Tower.

The swirl of hues disappeared. Orion yanked his hands away, the link severed. Upon the platform, Sylvana drew a sharp breath.

Her profound rest shattered at once. Her lids trembled open, unveiling bright, lively eyes. She absorbed the strange rocky roof, the gentle glow filling the tower, and ultimately, the features of the man known to her solely through visions.

"My love!"

"I... I can see?"

Her initial utterance held doubt; the next brimmed with sheer, boundless happiness.

"How does it feel to reclaim the world?" Orion inquired steadily, his tone steadying her. He leaned in and lifted her gently into his embrace.

A spark of glee lit Sylvana's expression, swiftly chased by a vivid red blush. In her sightless days, sensation served as her sole means of connection. She had permitted Orion free rein over her—devour her, arrange her, claim her—without hesitation. But with vision restored, under his burning stare locked upon her, shyness overwhelmed her suddenly. Their closeness seemed fresher, more intense.

She pressed her face against his torso, then drew away a bit, her forehead creasing. "Your eyes..."

She examined Orion intently. His left eye appeared dim, like veiled by a faint shroud of ashen mist.

"It's nothing," Orion fibbed effortlessly, winking once. The haze cleared, restoring his eye's usual sharp intensity. "Merely the remnants of the purification glow."

Sylvana eased up, taking his words at face value.

"You haven't explored the Valkorath Realm before," Orion noted, changing the topic. "Allow me to reveal our domain to you."

"Yes. Please."

Orion's assurance paired seamlessly with Sylvana's devotion. Over the following two weeks, the pair vanished side by side, wandering the domain as fresh spouses.

Two weeks on, Orion came back to the fortress with a vision-endowed Sylvana at his side.

The core group's response—Lilith, Violet, Soraya, and the rest—showed true intrigue. Lilith especially drew Sylvana apart, peering into her eyes like appraising a precious stone.

"This is outstanding," Lilith stated, true to her practical nature. "With sight now yours, you can tackle more duties. I require aid in overseeing the supplies."

It formed a straightforward evaluation. Even sightless, Sylvana had excelled as an organizer. Sight returned, she amplified their strength. Moreover, she threatened no rank; as a Legendary-level being, she recognized her position beneath the Queens.

Her comeback infused the fortress with joy. Orion, though, skipped the revelry. Right after arriving, he withdrew to his secluded chamber and sank into profound repose.

Truly, his awareness plunged into his Abyssal World.

Orion summoned his authentic Titan form. He loomed in the gloom, immense and fearsome, sinking into extended, pensive quiet.

Were Sylvana present, she would grasp that her tower glimpse held no illusion from the illumination. One of Orion's eyes truly lacked sight.

Still, Orion's makeup differed uniquely. He had redirected the malady. The hex that robbed Sylvana's vision now dwelled in the eye of a lesser head on his Stoneheart Titan shape. That particular head clamped its eye firmly closed, containing the hex.

Who was that titan?

Was it me? Another? Or... my father?

Father. The term struck Orion as archaic, remote and faded. Still, thoughts of his beginnings brought an odd calm surging through him.

His thoughts revisited the sky-straddling form. Blurry as it was, the many limbs stood out. It evoked his Stoneheart Titan shape. A daring idea took shape in his mind: If not kin, might it preview his future form? An echo of his peak power hurled across eras?

He needed to weigh it. For in aiding Sylvana, Orion hadn't merely shown kindness. He had obtained a boon.

The eye went beyond mere "blindness." It served as a cage.

Orion had employed his godly build to isolate the Fate Curse moved from Sylvana. Within that locked eye, confined in the hex, lay a hidden ace—a surge of might to preserve him at a dire instant.

Moreover, containing the hex had revealed fresh insight into cosmic workings. He had gained a fresh power.

[Divine Art: Rite of Sacrifice]

This exalted method treated life forms as base elements. It enabled forging a vital essence and frame into a specialized armament.

Orion understood the pale Bone-Forged Sword born from Grommash as a rough, unintended forerunner of this exact method. The elements aligned, bearing dire consequences.