Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1403 Demigod’s Heir

Before Orion had the chance to utter even one query, Seraphina sprang into action. She wrapped herself around him, molding her form to his frame, craving kisses and tenderness with an intense, blissful fervor.

Orion encircled her with his enormous arms, drawing her nearer.

"This... this comes as a real shock," he whispered, his fingers tracing the sleek, chilled surface of her back. The sensation bordered on surreal.

In earlier times, his other companions had experimented with all sorts—elixirs, ceremonies, precise moments—to bring forth his successor. But now, Seraphina, a Demigod, had managed it following merely two evenings of wild intimacy.

This highlighted the vast gap in their essences. Being a Demigod too, Seraphina's makeup operated on a superior level. Her nature aligned more closely with his, rendering the spark of new life much more feasible.

Such a convergence of destiny was extraordinarily uncommon. Demigod females were already rare. Many had risen to divine status after extended existences, having offspring with multiple mates en route to godhood. Someone like Seraphina—who attained the height of might prior to her initial romance—stood as an anomaly. A blossom that unfurled solely at the world's apex.

"It's a shock for me as well," she breathed against his throat. "Who would've thought... the mighty and sacred Seraphina would become a mother."

"Heh."

Her laughter rang out, and Orion chimed in—a lighthearted, elated melody that echoed through the chamber.

"But... how much time until the child arrives?"

The mirth dissolved into a serene quiet. Seraphina draped herself over Orion's abdomen, her palm gently guarding her belly, attempting to detect the faint glimmer of existence inside.

"What's the usual pregnancy duration for the Mermaid Race?" Orion inquired. He was already pondering the arrival of Zeural—the moniker he had secretly selected.

"For an ordinary mermaid, between ten and thirty years," she answered in a relaxed tone. "For those of Royal lineage, it might stretch to a hundred years." She gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling. "But for us? As Demigods, it will undoubtedly span centuries."

"How many exactly?"

"I have no idea," she sulked, her tone shifting to a playful, flirtatious whimper. "This is my first, after all, right?"

She nestled further into his hold. The duality thrilled Orion—she ranked as a Demigod, a venerated Saint, a wise and grown woman, but within his grasp, she revealed a whimsical, pure side like a youngster.

This interplay distinguished Seraphina from his fellow paramours. She matched him perfectly. No disparity in authority existed, no exchange for safety or prestige. They occupied identical heights, desiring solely each other's presence. Their bond wove together flesh, intellect, and spirit in perfect accord.

They transcended mere spouses weathering tempests; they were paramours whose pulses thrummed as one.

"Oh, and another thing," Seraphina remarked, changing subjects as her feelings brimmed. "During our return journey, Evander relayed a mental transmission to me. He mentioned that prior to the otherworld's arrival, the humans of this land will relocate."

"He certainly knows proper deference," Orion noted, swiftly comprehending the Human Demigod's purpose.

Evander went beyond merely rallying his troops. He was essentially presenting the Utessar Continent to Orion gift-wrapped. This diplomatic move preserved Humanity's honor in retreat while forging a robust partnership with the Stoneheart Horde.

"Giggle... the Evander I recall honors only power," Seraphina reflected. "Of course, my beloved wields that very command."

Delight warmed her. She governed the Silvercurrent Sea and Trident domains; Orion now held sway over the neighboring Utessar Continent. Their realms were fusing into a vast, unified realm.

"My King," she jested, flipping to rest her chin upon his torso, her wide eyes fluttering with intrigue. "When do we rechristen Utessar as the Titan Continent?"

"No hurry," Orion responded steadily. "As the realms collide, transformations won't limit to physical laws. Peaks will relocate, streams will redirect, and the terrain will shatter then reshape. After the chaos clears and the world stabilizes, we'll remap everything and claim our territory's name."

His voice remained gentle, yet the declaration bore the gravity of a sovereign who saw the globe as his already vanquished domain. Seraphina cherished that subtle, dominating assurance. She dipped her face, seizing his mouth again.

"Just one more detail," she murmured amid the smooches. "The Dragon Demigod. Tyras. He and his ilk are strangers. We lack familiarity with them. Stay vigilant."

"No concerns," Orion assured, his gaze sharpening a touch. "They're merely a pair of reptiles. Should they scheme from the dark... I'll end them."

In her presence, he indulged a flash of hubris.

His might justified it fully.

The South, City of Blessings.

The Blood Elf Race had never birthed a genuine Archlord throughout their annals, but they had endured in the lush southern expanses of the Utessar Continent for ages.

Their endurance hinged solely on the colossal presence looming ahead: the Guardian Tree. Towering beyond three hundred feet, this venerable conscious flora secured a splintered sub-realm. This isolated realm served as their supreme safeguard. Should foes storm their fortifications, the Blood Elves could vanish into the emptiness, untouchable.

Yet on this day, the air under the branches hung thick with tension.

Elf King Rommath and Grand Elder Lireesa positioned themselves in the tree's shadow, expressions somber, weighed by profound sorrow. Solely the calming, green glow sifting through the foliage granted them comfort.

"The world's principles are altering," a profound, echoing tone emanated from the tree's core. "From an evolutionary standpoint, this holds no negativity. In the impending era... my ascent to Archlord status draws inevitable."

The Guardian Tree conveyed assurance, even anticipation. With the planet's constraints easing, its sub-realm grew robust. It sensed the divine barrier nearing.

"Guardian," Grand Elder Lireesa uttered, her timbre aged and gravelly, yet juvenile beside the eternal wood she hailed. "The peril confronting the Blood Elves... it stands at its grimmest."

"Yes, Guardian," King Rommath supplemented, inclining deeply. "We must decide our path."

The foliage stirred in bewilderment. "Lireesa, Rommath... has turmoil arisen beyond?"

To the Guardian Tree, the swarm of insectoids invading their grounds amounted to irritants, trivial bugs incapable of endangering their dominion. Still, the Elven chiefs appeared on the brink of oblivion.

"Guardian," Rommath declared, his words quivering faintly. "We've obtained word from the Human Kingdom. In under a decade, all humans will launch a grand departure. They're forsaking this continent."

He halted, allowing the revelation to linger.

"We verified it directly with King Harold. His resolve was unyielding."

Rommath had hurled a massive stone into tranquil waters. The whole sub-realm plunged into hush.

Even the Guardian Tree froze. It grasped, more profoundly than Rommath or Lireesa, the implications of such an immense void in authority.