Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1415 A Dream of Treason

"Come on. We're all family in this place. No need to stand on such formalities."

In all honesty, no matter how hard everyone worked to make things comfortable, the mood stayed fragile and uneasy.

Orion chose to break the awkward silence. He moved ahead, draping his left arm over Lilith and his right around Seraphina, leading them deeper into the fortress's heart.

Seraphina tried to slip free, her eyes sparking with rebellion, but Orion held firm. His grip felt like steel, his palm boldly cupping her breast in a claiming, dominant way that left no room for debate. Seeing that fighting back was pointless, Seraphina fired a scorching look his way, her face turning a deep red, yet she let him keep her close.

And thus, the haughty Seraphina settled into life in Blackstone City.

The ensuing days melted into a haze of luxurious pleasure for Orion. His evenings passed in turns among his companions—stunning women who not only dazzled with their looks but reigned at the pinnacle of strength across the land. It was an existence that sparked jealousy in all who knew of it.

Blackstone City, Eastern Caverns.

Since the Stoneheart Horde had rooted themselves in Moonshadow Valley, these underground voids had belonged to the Cave Spiders, acting as a key hub for their nests.

With Orion watching over the city overhead and her own offspring around her, Lorelia rested without her usual wariness. Feeling secure, she sank into profound sleep; and in that deep slumber, visions came to her.

"Hello!"

A young, innocent voice rang through Lorelia's thoughts.

The sleeping Broodmother, her face relaxed in idle bliss, jolted awake in a flash.

In the dream world, Lorelia's eyes fluttered open. A foggy outline had materialized next to her. The shape was tiny, like a child barely starting to toddle.

"Who are you?"

Schwing!

With her words, a wickedly sharp spider limb shot out from her back. Its sickle edge hovered at the neck of the indistinct small form. Lorelia stayed on high alert; quietly, via their soul connection, she was already summoning her master, Orion.

"Hello! I am Zerin."

"Big Sister, what's your name? Want to play?"

The outline's tone carried pure simplicity and childlike wonder. He appeared aware of certain truths, but his grasp on them seemed patchy and incomplete.

"Big Sister? Zerin? Never come across that name," Lorelia responded, her inner voice laced with syrupy pretense. "I'm Lorelia. So, kid, what brings you here?"

As a master of dream-woven mystical arts, Lorelia knew her location perfectly. This realm was hers to command.

"Why am I here?" The form hesitated. "I don't know. I chased after a glow."

Zerin looked puzzled. Lorelia had inquiries, but he shared the curiosity.

"Zerin, tell me... what's your goal?"

Lorelia grinned, pulling back the lethal spider appendage. Her features softened into a warm, soothing look meant to lower guards.

"Growth. Ascension. To grant freedom to every insectoid. To seize greater territory for the Swarm!"

Zerin replied instantly. These commands were etched deep into his core, his essence, his very being. His life served only to elevate the insect kin.

Lorelia was an insectoid—a mighty Broodmother. Zerin detected this without doubt, so he dropped all barriers with her. To him, she was an obvious partner. A Broodmother paired with a Larva King—their ascent would surge fast and relentless.

"Wow! Zerin, that's incredible!" Lorelia burst out, her hands clapping together. Then, her face twisted into a mask of sad longing. "I crave freedom for our people too... but I'm powerless alone."

"You should leave, Zerin. This spot is risky."

She raised a shaking finger toward the dim, glowing contract mark on her brow, marking her bondage.

"Sister Lorelia, join me," Zerin pleaded, his words brimming with real worry. "I'll get you out of this. We can head to the Wormholes. Protective barriers there can break most binding contracts."

Zerin took her warning as genuine, mirroring his own care for her. He yearned to rescue her, to draw her into the Wormholes' shelter where the contract's hold might shatter.

"Does such a haven truly exist?"

"Yes! That's my home."

Horde Hall, Master Bedroom.

Orion's eyes flew wide. He carefully unwound from the tangle of Seraphina's and Lilith's arms.

Seraphina shifted, her lids lifting to meet Orion's lips in a kiss. She returned it briefly before rolling away and slipping back into dreams. Orion then pressed a kiss to Lilith, who stirred awake too.

"Lorelia's got a minor issue. I must see to her."

Lilith gave a nod and got up at once to assist with his attire. Dressed and set, she departed the chamber to handle the Stoneheart Horde's daily matters.

Seraphina, meanwhile, enjoyed undisturbed rest—no one risked interrupting her repose.

It formed a tricky equilibrium.

Recalling Seraphina—and the fierce passion of recent nights—even Lilith, born a succubus, sensed a rush of warmth. It puzzled her how this exalted, distant Demigod could prove so... insatiable behind closed doors.

Luckily, Seraphina's arrogance left her needing nothing. Whatever the Stoneheart Horde provided, she already owned in abundance. Having it all, she sought no rivalry, viewing struggles with Lilith over rank as unworthy.

They had begun as equals from the outset. If anything, Seraphina's vast might lent her an aura of aloof godhood, like she shunned mortal sustenance. Lilith harbored a blend of closeness, dread, and respect toward her.

The interplay among the women proved, at minimum, captivating.

Eastern Underground Caverns.

Orion skipped teleportation. He strode into the tunnels with a composed, even pace.

At the primary nest's threshold, Lorelia awaited, attended by a pair of Alpha-tier spider attendants.

"Master!"

The moment Orion arrived, Lorelia lunged toward him, craving her usual embrace.

"Act properly."

Orion hooked a finger and tapped her forehead with a quick flick.

"Ow! Master doesn't care for Lorelia anymore!"

She pulled back, clutching her brow in theatrical agony. "Lorelia's unloved... Lorelia's adrift... Lorelia's so miserable... Sob, sob..."

Orion shook his head with a sigh.

"Fine, cut it out. At least pretend to carry yourself like a Queen around your followers?"

He extended a hand, softly massaging the spot he'd hit.

"Mmm..." Lorelia pressed into his touch, rubbing her cheek against it like a feline, relishing the comforting feel from her early days. "Lorelia ignores them. If they bother me, I'll devour them."

"Stop. Let's get to the point," Orion commanded, drawing his hand away. His voice turned stern.

An unfamiliar presence had breached the underground depths, slipping in right beneath his watch without stirring his awareness.

He refused to chalk it up to mere chance.