Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1447 Descent of Gods

Cloudsong sipped his beverage, a subtle and enigmatic grin playing on his lips.

"Would you care to explain further?"

Rhazuun recognized that expression all too well. It was the kind reserved for a fool from the village. And around this table, he was the sole other person there.

"Should I understand what you mean?" Rhazuun furrowed his brow, a spark of uncertainty sprouting in his thoughts.

Cloudsong placed his cup on the table and locked eyes with Rhazuun, speaking each syllable clearly.

"As I mentioned before, this territory serves as the birthplace for a fresh lineage of the Giant race."

"The ruler of the Stoneheart Horde holds the rank of Demigod. Do you honestly think he lacks ways to boost the strength of his followers?"

"Extend your perception outward," Cloudsong went on, his tone lowering in pitch. "Those outsiders... the energy they exude is clearly connected."

Cloudsong lacked details on the massive upheaval inside the Stoneheart Horde, yet he felt sure it connected to that Giant King. Nothing short of a Demigod crafting a novel bloodline could achieve such a profound change—a total overhaul of their core being.

"Are you saying..."

Rhazuun cut himself off. A sudden chill of fear hit him, reminding him this topic didn't belong in a busy tavern. He sealed his lips tight.

"Indeed. I've got tasks ahead. Appreciate the ale, my old companion," Cloudsong stated, standing up from his chair. "In my view, the Stoneheart Horde aligns ideally with your Order of the Dandelion. Given the openness in this place, arcane wisdom could proliferate rapidly."

He adjusted his robe. The moment had come to perform, to spin stories and croon about joyful days. This defined his role, his passion, his whole life.

Eldoria, Port Caelwyn.

The sun sank beneath the skyline, staining the waves with a soft red hue. Bards might dub it a lady's flush; to Aina, it resembled the sore rear of a vanishing deity, crude and brutal.

The ocean breeze held steady, yet the swells surged with a ponderous, pulsing threat, like the shadowy sea gearing up to devour everything.

No wandering pup, feline, or raven appeared in sight. Amid this eerie quiet, Port Caelwyn seemed more a grave than a bustling town.

"Mighty Titan God, heed our plea. We express gratitude for the boon of strength and belief. Safeguard us. For that, we pledge our utmost loyalty... and the purest offerings."

Aina had seized Namir Cathedral, transforming the sacred space into the core of her ceremony.

Within the gloom of the cathedral's main hall and side aisles lingered shrouded forms in dark robes. The atmosphere near them hummed with savage fury. These were the Hellscream devotees. They had sneaked into Port Caelwyn ages back, embedding themselves in the city's depths.

After the Crimson Fever broke loose, they emerged from hiding, trailing death behind them.

"Raveth, make the Titan God sense our true intent," Aina ordered.

Raveth stepped from the cathedral into the square's heart, where a huge rock had been hauled into place. He pressed his hand softly to the surface. The boulder trembled, scattering dust over the stones.

Soon after, the material reformed. A Stoneheart Titan effigy, rising one hundred and sixty feet tall, now loomed over the plaza, capturing every Hellscream follower's attention.

"I proclaim the tribute ceremony... underway," Aina's words floated from the cathedral, icy and remote.

Crunch. Snap.

The moist, steady noise of cleavers rang across the square. Blood didn't merely flow; it surged, forming scarlet symbols that twisted in the mess like gasping creatures.

The blood started to simmer. Innumerable solid beads lifted from the crimson pool, ignoring the pull of earth to cling to the Stoneheart Titan statue.

The rock appeared to inhale.

A oppressive force settled over the square. It felt like scrutiny from a supreme predator. Each Hellscream adherent lowered their head on reflex; only that eased the dread gripping their backs.

"I will dispatch my messengers to aid in reestablishing control."

The tone was grand and weighty, yet distant as if from afar. Sometimes it resounded in the psyche; other times, it was a faint murmur.

A wonder.

"Has the Titan God come down?"

"This is a prophecy!"

"O Great Deity, is this your decree?"

Ideas swirled in the believers' heads, but astonishment united them all. As the heavy burden lifted, three shapes materialized in the square. They showed no sign of might, no holy radiance.

Orion, Leonidas, and Kraken had come.

"Aina prostrates before the Sacred Messengers!"

As the rest stayed frozen, Aina guided Raveth from the cathedral. She grasped the reality: no Titan God had arrived. These were the allies she had summoned.

"Under our Lord's directive, we arrive to reinstate stability. Simply support our efforts."

Orion fulfilled his role flawlessly. Leonidas and Kraken stayed quiet, their awareness stretching to probe this unfamiliar realm's rules.

Boss, the air's briny tang is strong. I'm certain a water-based society lurks close by.

Kraken sent his message to Leonidas, his thrill barely contained.

Squiddy, survey the adjacent seas at once, Leonidas answered without sound. After we finish up, Orion and I will assist in felling the dominant sea beast. We need land and ocean cooperating to deceive foes and remain unseen.

Although the rite had only brought these three, they formed mobile forces. Each bore a small realm—a movable stronghold. After setting up camp, they could release the attacking troops.

No concerns, Boss. Leave it to me, Kraken responded. Man, I ache to plunge in already...

The darkness of night grew thicker.

As the Hellscream followers slumbered in the ritual's aftermath calm, horrors slunk from Namir Cathedral. Grotesque, vast Broodmother spiders crept into the pale light.

At the same time, dragon-like creatures burst from nearby buildings.

Leonidas had delivered three unique types: sky-bound, ground-based, and water-adapted.

These fresh variants, altered by Leonidas with dragon essence—living armaments born from his Demigod rise—faced their initial real trial.

The Hellscream group stirred at the scrape of talons on rock. Alarm spread as monsters encircled them.

But fear shifted to ecstasy upon hearing these creatures came as presents from the Messengers.

Prior to now, Hellscream consisted of a motley band of thugs and rejects. Absent the "Titan God's" bestowed might, they wouldn't have risked opposing the Holy Order.

They remained feeble, compelled to lurk in secrecy. Taking Port Caelwyn worked due to Raveth's insider insights and careful schemes. To this day, they avoided direct clashes with the Holy Order, using the Crimson Fever's disorder as a shield.