Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1418 Dead Sea

"A catastrophe it would be," Seraphina murmured, the truth hitting her like a wave. "A plague sweeping across every being in the lower levels of the food chain."

The landmass stretched endlessly. How could anyone scour each rocky fissure, each hidden underground lair?

"Trouble looms unavoidable, growing worse as moments pass," Orion declared, his tone heavy with foreboding. "Yet Zerin's approach to us hints at some order. It's far from pure chance."

Seraphina grasped his meaning at once.

"Are you suggesting... that the God-Devourers, or these Wormhole Realms, draw toward spots teeming with insect-like creatures?"

"Should that hold true," Orion replied with a shrug, "our search area shrinks to a manageable size."

"I can't linger here," Seraphina announced, rising swiftly. "I need to head back to the oceans myself. Absent my direct oversight to push them, my followers would slack off. The fate of my kind hangs in the balance."

She bent forward, pressing a deep kiss to Orion's lips. Moments later, a burst of sorcery carried her away from Blackstone City via teleportation.

That night, as Lilith stepped into the main sleeping chamber, Orion filled her in on the crisis. Commands went out right away for a full-scale inspection across their lands.

Orion refused to keep the knowledge to himself. He directed Lilith to spread the word to the continent's other factions, even reaching out to the Sea-Drake folk along the southern edge.

"Orion," Lilith inquired, her gaze gleaming with zealous fervor, "the cross-realm teleportation array stands ready. When does the Divine Kingdom arrive?"

For Lilith, the Divine Kingdom's arrival marked a sacred milestone. It promised to hoist the Stoneheart Horde to divine heights. Though the Horde hadn't yet dominated the global scene, this remained their grand ambition.

"The array can only handle so many at once," Orion clarified, cooling her enthusiasm. "We'll relocate our folk in waves, starting from the leaders. Urge them to hold steady."

In truth, Lilith's so-called "Divine Kingdom" was none other than Orion's Abyssal World, still anchoring itself amid the turbulent void and requiring further development. Yet for Stoneheart Horde members, stepping into Orion's private domain equaled a heavenly rise.

"Got it. I'll handle the preparations."

Silverwood Realm, Beyond Azurehold.

Kraken, Atlantis's Third Marshal, had entered the conflict.

His direct involvement meant Atlantis had thrown in fully with the Cult of Four against the local sea-dwellers.

As Kraken dove into the heart of the fight, Orion and Leonidas edged nearer to the action, hovering at the edges to guard their sibling's well-being.

The conflict had transformed the ocean bottom into a seething pot of fury. Orion observed the strange, grand display of subsea combat with true wonder.

Far off, sleek sea-kin harnessed their innate swiftness, darting through the depths like bolts of brightness. Without prior knowledge, Orion might have mistaken it for an expert blade-master guiding a flurry of soaring swords.

Along the ocean bed, sturdy foot soldiers with enormous shell barriers assembled into a tight formation, their innate plating deflecting the assaults from the Cult's riders. From behind this shield barrier, Cetus Giants commanded the flows of water, firing blasts of liquid force, piercing water shafts, and whirlwinds of compressing might.

A fierce back-and-forth of attacks and counters raged on.

Deeper in the vast waters, colossal marine monsters battled the Cult's enchanted vessels, stirring shadowy flows and massive waves that shook the surface realm.

"The Cult of Four commands resources beyond my expectations," Orion noted, eyeing the destruction.

The Cult brought forth their water-adapted troops, though their core strength lay in Guardian Knights. These warriors donned gear that enabled fluid motion below the waves while boosting their Divine Arts. Even more striking, they employed linked formations—fusing their powers to deliver overwhelming collective strikes.

"Brother, you talk like a novice," Leonidas sneered. "Which great force lacks hidden aces? This Pontiff Valerius clearly excels at sea assaults."

Leonidas scanned the chaos. He coveted the Cult's equipment, yet his insights pierced further than Orion's surface view.

"Pay attention. Their display here scratches the surface. Consider it—they've subdued endless sea domains in the past. Could they truly skip picking up special methods or hidden techniques from those victories?"

Leonidas turned his focus from the troops to Kraken.

"The Cetus Giants' Demigods stay out of sight, so the Cult of Four conceals its real might. They hold back from a decisive strike for now. These folks err on the side of extreme wariness."

Leonidas muttered some sharp oaths—unclear if aimed at the Cult, the Clown, or the Witch.

Orion stayed quiet, his stare locked on a huge swirl emerging afar.

The battle's ferocity had stirred up the abyssal silt, clouding the waters in haze. The collision of aquatic spells and banned techniques had thrown the flows into disorder, spawning a gigantic maelstrom poised to engulf the whole field.

Orion sensed it—the sea bottom quaked beneath the strain.

It seemed the depths were drinking in the terror of the fallen, quivering in horror. The strife balanced on the brink of utter chaos.

Azurehold, Far Below Ground.

A hidden room, or better termed a burial site, lay at the terminus of a restricted path twisting profoundly into the soil under the settlement.

Here rested the forebears of the Cetus Giants.

The trio of race Demigods—Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon—faced the last barrier. An enormous slab of stone sealed their way, etched with thick, archaic script.

Morveth, as their chief, advanced and voiced the writings.

"To my offspring: Standing at this slab signals the Cetus Giant kin teeters on the brink of survival or doom. You seek salvation. As Giant King, I must offer one last safeguard for my lineage."

"Yet prior to unlocking this portal, grasp this: Opening proves simple, sealing it arduous."

"This portal cuts both ways. It shields us, yet it may trap us too."

"Save for utter desperation, leave it shut."

"Past this portal waits the Dead Sea. A genuine, absolute Dead Sea."

"Heed well, each decision yields harsh consequences. Resolve yourselves before shattering this barrier."

"Should our kin evade complete annihilation, retreat. Spare the Moon Sea unending torment."

Morveth concluded the recitation. Quiet enveloped the three Demigods.

They'd long guessed the Dead Sea hid beyond. Confirmation brought an odd ease tangled with fear.