Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1385 The Visitor from the Void

In the morning that followed, Lilith glided into Orion's grand hall, her arrival sparking a brief spark of intrigue in the throne's occupant.

"It's rare to see you with this much free time," Orion reflected aloud. He drew her onto his lap, allowing her to nestle close against his form. Their gazes intertwined, the space between them humming with unvoiced closeness. "Let me guess. If you're approaching me this soon, it has to concern the young ones."

Lilith offered a seductive grin, pressing into his caress. She nearly purred under the path of his massive palm gliding along her hip to her leg, kindling the sparks of longing she forever held for him.

"Any advances in the wedding pact between Kronos and Pallas?" Orion inquired, sure of his insight.

Much to his astonishment, Lilith denied it with a shake of her head.

"Then it's regarding Elara?"

Besides the pair of youngsters, Elara remained the sole other charge under Orion's personal safeguard.

"Mmhmm."

Lilith shifted ahead, slipping from his lap to drop to her knees between his thighs. Her actions flowed with ease and purpose, signaling plainly that though she bore tidings, matters of pleasure came first. Orion, never one to refuse such eager advances, reclined and offered a drowsy-lidded approval.

What ensued became a whirlwind of primal, heated fervor. The chamber resounded with the echoes of their joining—a fierce, ardent clash of forces that only a Giant and Succubus might endure. It served as a venting of stress, a contest of endurance where both gave full rein, the raw power of it leaving the atmosphere buzzing with electricity.

Quite some time afterward, Lilith nestled in Orion's embrace, the warmth of satisfaction easing into a serene quiet. It was then that she shared the report on Elara.

"A wanderer from the void—a being from beyond—has reached the Silent Goblet. His aim is Elara." Lilith sketched a design across Orion's torso. "Reports indicate he's a mage. He was spotted sharing drinks with Cloudsong; they appeared as close companions."

She halted, her face turning grave. "Up to now, they haven't displayed any aggression toward Elara or the Stoneheart Horde. Still, I figured you'd want to hear it."

When Elara was involved, Lilith left nothing to chance. As a World-Spirit, Elara represented a treasure, and any sharp mind recognized her worth.

Orion held his reply for a beat. His eyes narrowed, a contemplative scowl etching his features. He stretched his awareness, his detection fanning out like a scanner until it pinpointed the Silent Goblet—more precisely, the young woman absorbing tales on the upper level.

The Silent Goblet. Second floor.

This section stood open only to Alpha-level figures. Elara favored it for the break from the rowdy clamor below on the ground floor. It held a few souls, but avoided the madness of a menagerie.

Right then, the house bard Cloudsong spun a yarn about an odd realm. In Cloudsong's colorful recounting, this realm belonged to nomads where all rode dragon steeds. Yet the element that snared Elara's focus wasn't the dragons proper—it was their kind.

These weren't the grand wyrms of myth. They were Giant Snail-Dragons. Enormous mollusks bearing shells the size of dwellings, crowned by savage, lizard-like skulls.

Even as Elara soared amid the skies on a slick, carapace-borne behemoth, a sound broke her reverie.

"Do you mind if I join you? My name is Rhazuun. I hail from the Order of the Dandelion."

Elara pulled her attention from the storyteller and angled her head, eyeing the fellow positioned a short distance off. She offered no response. Rhazuun held back; he simply lingered, enduring with the stillness of stone.

"Taken," Elara stated at last, dismissing him bluntly.

"Your Highness, the Order of the Dandelion is an ancient organization spanning multiple realities. We merely wish to—"

"You're annoying."

Elara skipped his sales talk. She rose and aimed directly for the steps to the third floor.

The third floor was limited to the Legendary level.

Rhazuun gazed at her departing figure briefly, weighed the dangers, and trailed after her ascent.

"Your Highness, please, we harbor no ill will. I simply wish to extend an invitation..."

He trapped her once more in a hushed corner on the third level, trying to relaunch his pitch. Elara spared him no glance. She got up anew and strode to the following set of stairs.

The fourth floor. The realm of Arch Lords.

The Silent Goblet ran on a rigid power scale: each level for one rank of might. Rhazuun grasped the protocol. Seeing Elara nonchalantly climb to the fourth tier, the composed facade he maintained at last shattered. His eyes bulged in true astonishment.

The Stoneheart Horde's firstborn daughter was an Arch Lord?

Is that even possible?

Rhazuun wasn't alone in his shock. Several dispersed visitors on the third floor—respected figures with weighty standings—had observed the exchange. Their looks of casual entertainment swiftly turned to incredulity.

"Did she just head up to the fourth floor?"

"An Arch Lord? Her?"

"No way. She looks like a child."

"I've always said the Stoneheart Horde was sandbagging. They're the deepest faction on the board."

Murmurs burst forth from both natives and cross-reality voyagers. No matter their roots, the shared takeaway rang clear: Relay word back home right away. Never, ever tangle with the Stoneheart Horde or the Giant King's offspring.

The fourth floor of the Silent Goblet lay utterly still. It stood vacant.

Beings wielding Arch Lord strength rarely idled in inns. They tended to roam the Godforsaken Land in conquest or claim fresh domains in the void.

Elara breathed a sigh of ease. At last, tranquility.

Then, the gentle thump of footwear on timber drifted from the stairway.

Elara's wide eyes gleamed with intrigue. She locked her stare on the doorway. Seconds later, Rhazuun appeared, mounting the planks of the fourth tier.

As he approached, Elara's irritation dissolved. She lifted a hand and beckoned a succubus attendant.

"Two Goblin Fizzes. Extra cold."

The attendant, a superior succubus dedicated solely to the elite level, dipped in a deep bow and soon delivered two foaming mugs of the unique brew.

"Mage," Elara declared, nodding to the chair across from her. "Your stubbornness grates, but your power rings true. You've piqued my interest."

She slid a mug his way. "This fizz is uncommon. Take it as a perk."

Rhazuun claimed the chair, still somewhat dazed. "Your Highness... you keep astonishing me. Who could foresee the Stoneheart successor as an Arch Lord? I'd bet fewer than five souls on this land grasp the secret."

Elara lifted her shoulders, tasting her beverage. For her, strength wasn't for show; it flowed as a natural outcome. Ever since her stirring, Orion and Edward had crammed her with World Essence as if it were sweets. Paired with the Stoneheart Titan lineage she'd gained, it would surprise more if she lacked might. Truth be told, among her kin, perhaps only Caelus might offer her a proper bout.

"You said you're from another world?" Elara probed, slicing past his praise. She relished the admiration, yet endured no bootlicking.

"I am, Your Highness."

Rhazuun caught on fast. Seeing his routine negotiation fall flat, he altered course. He chose to reply to her queries straight, aiming to draw her in that manner.

"So," Elara edged closer, her gaze alight with youthful wonder. "Are the Snail-Dragons real?"

"Uh..."

Rhazuun faltered. The carefully crafted address on cross-realm bonds lodged in his gullet, slain outright by a colossal snail.