Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1442 Mirror of Theras

A booming voice echoed from the skies, cascading from the dark, glassy face of the mirror. When Orion glanced upward, a ghostly image appeared inside the reflective surface.

"A Divine Soul."

"He's achieved his Divine Soul."

Both Orion and Edward uttered the words at the exact same moment.

Orion, a fighter whose immense strength hovered near the edge of the sixth physical realm, immediately spotted the telltale sign. The being on the other side of the mirror wasn't merely a savage force; it was a Third-Stage Demigod whose essence had condensed into a Divine Soul.

Edward, holding the rank of Second-Stage Demigod after kindling his Divine Fire and now pushing toward that precise stage of soul unity, spotted it without delay.

After the initial astonishment, a shared breath of ease escaped them. Their faces relaxed into composure.

Provided it wasn't an actual God handling a Demigod Artifact, they stood a real shot at victory. That's the assessment Orion and Edward arrived at, anyway.

"A Third-Stage Demigod?"

Arthas, Alexander, and Leonidas at last comprehended, their features hardening with concern.

"Whether Third Stage or otherwise," Alexander grumbled while gripping his weapon tighter, "we won't halt him directly." He voiced the thoughts of the group; the divide between their strength and a formed Divine Soul stretched like a vast sea.

"Get into formation! I'll lead the front!" Edward yelled, lifting his staff to prepare and direct the team's united shield.

"Edward. Hold back."

Orion spoke steadily, slicing through the mounting strain like a sharp edge.

Edward, Arthas, Leonidas, and Alexander all swiveled to gaze at their King. Shock and worry mingled on their faces.

"The previous battle didn't stir my excitement," Orion declared, advancing ahead. The atmosphere near him started to warp. "I'm eager to test my capabilities."

In one stride, he propelled upward into the air, shattering the sound barrier.

"Edward!" Arthas snapped, seeking an order from the second-in-command to reverse it.

"That's up to him," Edward replied, dropping his staff yet fixing his gaze on Orion's rising silhouette. "If he craves the battle, allow him to claim it."

A scheming gleam flickered in Edward's eyes.

"Plus... I've long wondered about Hulk's actual boundaries. The Commander claimed he outmatched us all together. Aren't you interested in witnessing his full potential?"

Arthas went quiet. Debate wasn't an option now. Overhead, the heavens blazed fiercely.

While Orion rose higher, his Demigod Avatar burst forth into being. Growth wasn't enough for him; transformation defined the shift.

He transformed into a legendary Stoneheart Titan of enormous scale—a towering giant boasting four heads and eight enormous limbs, rising high enough to support the skies.

A bellow that rattled the volcanic foundation erupted from him as Orion unleashed all eight fists toward the heavens.

"Insolent insect! How dare you assault the Mirror of Theras? Death is what you invite!"

Disdain laced the tone that resounded from the mirror. The Third-Stage Demigod ruling the Ashenheart Domain saw Orion merely as a pest battering against an unbreakable barrier.

In his view, the Mirror of Theras stood unbeatable. It served as a piece of the armament once grasped by the Abyssal Demon King Theras in person.

BOOM!

The Stoneheart Titan's fists smashed into the mirror. Waves from the collision spread across the air, yet the reflective pane remained utterly still.

"Hahaha... pathetic beast. Are you aware of this object's nature?" Belthar taunted. "It carries the inheritance of Lord Theras. Believe brute strength will break it? Pure fantasy."

Belthar found Orion's avatar striking, yet his efforts laughably feeble.

"A Demon King's inheritance?"

Suspended in the emptiness above, Orion halted his assault. Belthar spoke truth; raw might glanced harmlessly from the mirror, repelled like liquid from a slick surface.

"Now it's my move," the icy tone proclaimed.

Orion had no chance to devise another strategy before a manifestation leaped from the mirror.

A horror brought to life emerged.

Limbs were absent from it. A hovering, hideous cranium floated—composed of demon-human skeletal mix—with luminous green flesh and protruding fangs. Beneath the skull, a ragged dark mantle fluttered, suspended by an unseen bony structure.

Belthar, known as the Shadow Wraith and a Third-Stage Demigod, revealed himself thus.

"A Specter! From the Undead ranks!"

Down below, Arthas, himself an elite Undead, pinpointed the foe right away.

"A Specter? What in blazes is that?" Leonidas questioned, his attention fixed skyward.

"Five categories divide the Undead," Arthas clarified in haste. "Specters embody the unadulterated Soul category. Lacking corporeal forms, they persist solely as ethereal presences."

"Relics and Artifacts draw them in for infestation," Arthas went on, tone heavy with dread. "Such items provide ideal nests."

"Thus, an Artifact Spirit?" Leonidas sneered.

Arthas gave an exasperated eye-roll. "Wrong, fool. An Artifact Spirit aids the armament and its owner. A Specter invades and corrupts it. It consumes the innate essence, then turns on the wielder. Top hunters in the spirit realm, that's what they are."

Zzzzt!

Far up, dark bolts sparked along Belthar's robe. The presence dissolved from sight.

"Feeding time arrives," a hoarse murmur intoned.

Belthar materialized in an instant at the rear of Orion's colossal Titan shape. His mouth stretched unnaturally broad before latching onto a single one of the Titan's eight arms.

CRUNCH.

The Specter severed straight through the condensed power of the Stoneheart Avatar. In mere two swallows, he devoured the enormous limb.

"Exquisite... ah, utterly exquisite. Never before have I savored such refined Divinity and Faith," Belthar groaned, tone quivering in greedy delight. "I'll consume you entirely. Not a morsel left."

"Hehehehe..."

Belthar flickered out of view with a spine-tingling laugh, materializing once more at the back of Orion's main head, maw wide for a deadly bite.

Yet Orion bore the scars of countless conflicts. Damage triggered his battle-honed reflexes instantly.

The fangs closed on empty space as Orion darted aside, creating separation. At the same instant, his seven leftover arms swung fiercely, pounding the spot he'd occupied with power capable of crumbling peaks.

The strike landed solidly, hurling the Specter away.

"Pointless! Pointless!"

Belthar regained balance while airborne, unscathed.

"Understand the essence of a Divine Soul, small titan?"

"The Divine Soul marks the gateway to eternal life. With my soul intact, death eludes me!"

"Hahahaha!"

Belthar cackled wildly. Advantages stacked in his favor: Third-Stage status, the safeguarding of the Mirror of Theras, and a ghostly body resistant to bodily harm. Facing a Second-Stage powerhouse like Orion, defeat seemed impossible.

"Eternal? Bold words from you," Orion snarled.

Deep down, though, Orion reeled in surprise.

His Avatar consisted of more than stone and brawn; each strike carried potent Divinity. No mere bodily impact, it pitted forces against each other. Still, Belthar dismissed it like a mere gust.

Orion grasped the harsh reality: in this state, his Demigod Avatar lacked the means to damage a Third-Stage Divine Soul.

"Time to switch approaches," Orion whispered, eyes sharpening.