Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1419 Gate of Taboo

Yet, the concluding inscription carved onto the stone gravestone brought silence to their voices.

Opting for this path meant gulping down a sour pill, its full bitterness still beyond their grasp.

"The Cult of Four and Atlantis are already pounding at our barriers. Without unlocking this entrance, we're doomed regardless," Amon snarled.

Like the rest, Amon stood as a Cetus Giant, but he was the smallest in build, though his rage and combat skills ranked unmatched. He embodied flames and wrath, the total opposite of yielding.

"If we give in right now, there's still a chance," Ishraena replied gently.

Among them, she alone was the female Demigod, but in size, she towered over all. Strangely, her thoughts were the gentlest. To Amon, though, Ishraena seemed gutless—the flag carrier for the faint-hearted.

"Give in? What's that but chains?" Amon spat, his tone escalating. "Ishraena, do you want to watch all sea-kin, pushed by you and the Cult, spill blood and perish for unknown gods and gains we'll never touch?"

Her mention of yielding right at their forebears' threshold ignited his fury.

"Amon, you're a Demigod. Use your head for a change," Ishraena fired back, her words cutting. "Yielding isn't the same as bondage. Options exist—talks, partnerships, exchanges. A truce to safeguard our people... isn't that worth more than your ego?"

She countered his disdain with icy reasoning. In her view, Amon's stubbornness had blinded his judgment. By carrying her heirloom key-fragment this far into the vaults, she had already shown her deepest devotion. Proposing surrender was just her role as a clear-headed guide, offering a way to avoid doom.

"Ha! A truce?" Amon barked a laugh, rough and scraping. "You talk of harmony? Tell me—who will honor the fallen from these recent years? You think I'll just drop it? You can't demand that. No one can!"

Amon's resolve stood unyielding as steel. He would unseal the entrance. He would drive the foes from the oceans.

"Enough!"

Before Ishraena could snap back, Morveth's command thundered, slicing the argument.

"Ishraena stands with us. That shows she's reached the same conclusion we all have," the High Chief said steadily. "Your arguments don't tie us; they just harm."

As the ruling head of the Cetus Giants, Morveth held total sway. Amon and Ishraena's rise to Demigod came from the assets he rallied across the clan. With their strength, they could have escaped to any ocean depth, but the burden of their kin's offerings anchored them in place.

"The present crisis might not spell complete wipeout just yet, but the gap is tiny," Morveth went on, his gaze tired yet firm. "To keep the spirit and grit of the Cetus Giants, we fight until the finish. And battling to the finish makes it a fight unto death. What's the real divide between dying in combat and facing annihilation?"

There was none.

Ultimately, it boiled down to slay or perish.

"Ancestors, Morveth follows your wisdom," the High Chief proclaimed. He drew up his enormous body and inclined deeply before the gravestone.

Ishraena and Amon shared a look, their hostility melting into gravity. They inclined together.

At that instant, three determinations fused into one indestructible strand.

Soon after, Morveth at the front with his two deputies at his sides, they neared the banned portal. They clutched their heirloom relics, ignited their lineages, and jointly thrust wide the forbidden threshold.

Outside Azurehold, The Battlefield.

The conflict blazed fiercely, surpassing what the Atlantean watchers had foreseen.

Cetus Giants were monsters, indeed, but hardly without wits. Their strategic setups and seamless teamwork displayed a species blending brute force with sharp minds.

They wielded water control to unleash devastating blasts. Spread over the chaos, Orion even caught sight of huge creatures calling forth targeted tempests and bolt strikes beneath the waves.

"Brother, a people this advanced can't ignore the wider power plays," Orion remarked, his stare sharpening. "It's odd they haven't sought ties with us."

Observing the Giants in action, Orion saw their smarts weren't the issue. So why skip Atlantis's support? Even without a full pact, just sidelining Atlantis—holding them neutral—would have been brilliant.

"They never reached out," Leonidas grumbled, picking up on the oddity too. "Either they scorn us, or they lump us with the Cult of Four as the same—trespassers to crush without mercy."

"Something unseen lurks here," Orion whispered. "The truth remains buried for now."

A abrupt, unfounded shiver crept along his back. It felt like peril—a forewarning of catastrophe. For a Demigod, such an instinct was no illusion; it came straight from the universe's alert.

"Warn Kraken to stay alert," Orion commanded briskly. "If trouble stirs, he retreats at once."

"Handled. I've signaled Squiddy already," Leonidas affirmed, his focus fixed on the fray, hunting for the root of their disquiet.

The Cult of Four Command Post.

Far above the turmoil, on the spine of a gigantic, plated leviathan, the three Pontiffs—Valerius, Konak, and Jack—overlooked the slaughter.

"The three elder beasts of the Cetus Giants stay concealed," Pontiff Valerius observed, gripping his staff. As the planner of this invasion, he zeroed in on the foes' top fighters. Their vanishing act disturbed him.

"We've encountered this before in earlier campaigns," Pontiff Konak stated, his tone even, aiming to ease the growing strain. "Usually, the opposition just bides time, readying their last surprise."

It rang hollow, yet it worked. The Cult of Four dreaded no hidden ploy.

"I could dispatch a projection to hit Azurehold's central zone," Pontiff Jack offered. Dubbed 'The Clown,' his garish mask veiled a sly intellect. Pledging his aid drew nods of thanks from Valerius and Konak.

"We'd appreciate it, Pontiff Jack," Valerius consented.

Jack lifted a palm, holy glow dancing on his fingers.

In a flash, a doll materialized nearby. It brimmed with chemical bombs.

Jack infused a fragment of his intent into the figure. The knives on its frame whirled madly, carving the currents as it sped toward the battle's core.

Its goal was Azurehold's vital core.

From afar, Orion and Leonidas tracked the glowing dash ripping the water, their focus seized at once.