Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1446 Second Wave

Even Elara and Caelus were required to address Rolan as "Big Brother."

As the top disciple of Orion, Rolan held the status of an adopted son. With his bloodline now completely transformed into that of a Stoneheart Titan, the line separating him from the trueborn children had all but vanished.

"Big Brother," Kaelen uttered, offering a slight bow. Being a mature giant, he knew the customs of the court well.

"Greetings, Your Highness," Rolan responded, returning the bow. Recognizing Kaelen's royal position helped relax the younger giant.

"Your mother is presently in the Emerald Dream Realm, working to steady the Dark Butterfly Race," Orion directed, his voice turning serious. "Head to her side. After you've linked up again, escort her to Sylphara City. Employ the cross-realm

teleportation array to reach Blackstone City in the Titanion Realm."

Orion's gaze grew a touch gentler.

"Go and honor the Queen Mother. Three elder brothers and a sister await you up there."

Had Kaelen and Sophia—the Butterfly Mother—arrived back even a bit later, they could have lost the opportunity to reunite with the family before the wars truly ignited.

"Go."

Without waiting for Kaelen's reply, Orion flicked his hand. Reality twisted, hurling Kaelen out of the Divine Kingdom and straight into Sylphara City, where his mother lingered.

Orion shifted his complete focus to Rolan.

"Well done. You've lived up to my expectations."

Orion felt true satisfaction.

"This success stems from your teachings, Mentor," Rolan replied modestly.

Orion grinned. While instruction played a role, determination made the difference. In the past, Rolan had been held back by a lower talent limit compared to the purebloods. His shift into a Stoneheart Titan had demolished that barrier. At last, Rolan carried the aura of a true genius.

Yet immense strength brought grave responsibilities.

"Return and get ready. See your mother," Orion commanded. "Then, join Kronos in the Abyss."

Rolan raised his head, paying close attention.

"I need you both to subdue a tribe of Shadowabyss Giants for me. Make sure it's one with an intact heritage."

"The Stoneheart Horde requires gathering the full array of Giant Race bloodlines. Will you carry out this desire for your master?"

Long before, amid his abyssal conquests, Orion had obtained certain Shadowabyss Giants from the Mosari Fortress on the Fifth Layer. They came as a present from Demon Lord Valacar. Still, those giants served as slaves, cut off from their traditions and arcane legacy.

Due to this, Orion had failed to integrate their bloodline into the Horde's shared essence. That gap was essential for forging a path to genuine Divinity for his kin.

Now, he handed that unresolved task to the younger generation.

"I swear to complete the task you've given me!" Rolan knelt on one knee, taking the order with knightly gravity.

"Excellent. Depart," Orion approved with a nod. "Once prepared, seek out Kronos. Begin your venture from the abyssal tributary in Moonshadow Valley. Before setting off, request the intel reports from your Mistress."

With yet another gesture, Orion dismissed Rolan.

Rolan, who had devoted time to forging his Lord's Stone, marked the final member of the initial group to depart. The moment had arrived to summon the next group.

Moonshadow Valley. Underground Teleportation Plaza.

Thundar, Dace, and Ursa—newly forged Legends—positioned themselves at the rim of the vast rune formation. Around them clustered the tense expressions of the following wave: Dirtclaw, Onyx, Rockwell, Earthshaker, and more.

The experienced ones shared their insights.

"As you enter for the first time, it might seem like your body and spirit are under assault. Whatever occurs, don't fight back," Thundar warned, his tone resounding. He was closest to Dirtclaw and Onyx; they formed the veteran core. He yearned for his comrades to surpass the barrier as he once did. "Simply press on. Overcome whatever barriers rise, be they oceans or peaks."

"In the midst of changing, it can feel as if your skin is torn away from your frame," Dace contributed, slapping Earthshaker's broad shoulder. "The agony is intense. But fear not. That torment signals weakness fading away. Bear it. Drive forward until you shatter your boundaries."

Ursa rubbed her head, appearing somewhat embarrassed.

"I barely sensed any of it," she confessed with a smile. "I followed the Chief's words. I charged toward the peaks. I ran and ran until darkness took me."

"When I came to... well, here I stand! Heh!"

Back in the day, Ursa had dashed a full marathon from Moonshadow Valley to the Succubus lands to carry a dispatch for Orion. That endurance run remained her proudest feat. Within the Stoneheart Temple, she had tapped into that unyielding spirit, dashing beyond her thresholds and unlocking her true capabilities.

"As for me, I recommend..." another giant started.

But the atmosphere thickened abruptly. Orion materialized at the plaza's heart.

Hush descended at once. All gazes fixed on the King.

Respect. Awe. Fanaticism.

Orion sensed the sentiments surging toward him like a tangible wave. He smiled,

briefly dropping the rigid facade.

"The guidance stays unchanged," Orion declared, his words kind yet authoritative. "Do all that's necessary to cross the peaks and waters inside

the Temple."

"You get thirty seconds to ready yourselves. After that, I activate the portal."

The timer started.

This following group formed a varied alliance. It went beyond just the top Giants. Included were Succubi, Buffalofolk, Gnolls, Obsidian Golems, Gorgons, Thunderstorm Bearmen, Lizardmen... and even some standout Cave Spiders and Sand Scorpions.

Each race that had spilled blood for the Stoneheart Horde in its formative years now earned the shot at grasping divinity.

The South. Stoneheart City.

With no firm updates from the capital as moments ticked by, numerous onlookers who had assembled for the ascension ceremony started wandering back to the trade center of Stoneheart City.

The Silent Goblet in the Outer City brimmed with patrons.

On the third level—a exclusive zone for those at the Legendary realm—two individuals occupied seats near a window.

Cloudsong the Bard and Grand Magus Rhazuun toasted their drinks. "So, old friend," Rhazuun inquired, reclining. "When do we hear the tale of this land? You must have crafted something grand by this point." Bards such as Cloudsong acted as wandering chroniclers. They journeyed, collected tales, and shaped the turmoil of life into mythic forms. Rhazuun, from the Order of the Dandelion, often previewed them first. "I'm sorry to let you down," Cloudsong replied, gazing into his cup.

"I journeyed to the Blood Elf domains not long ago. I pored over their records—vast, legendary tomes covering thousands of years," Cloudsong explained, his gaze alight with a scholar's passion. "Against that backdrop, the Stoneheart Horde's past is... mere afterthought. Just one line."

"However," he went on, peering at the lively streets below, "the narrative here packs a punch. It's unfolding so swiftly I struggle to capture it. And as other realms invade, the epic only broadens."

"I believe... I'll linger here for quite a while. The melody isn't complete yet."

Rhazuun appeared let down, yet he comprehended. Cloudsong's stories held power through their authenticity. Until the events concluded, no song could ring out.

"Very well," Rhazuun agreed, shifting topics. "But share this... have you seen how the third floor has filled up recently?"

He motioned to the space. The VIP area, formerly a serene haven for the powerful,

now teemed with unexpected company.

"What are your thoughts on that?" Rhazuun probed, seeking insights from his globe-trotting companion.