Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1448 Inheritance of Fire

The sudden emergence of cave spiders and dragon beasts shifted the battlefield's dynamics in an instant.

Hellscream didn't have to lurk in the darkness anymore. They now possessed the fangs required to strike back fiercely.

"This is a realm devoid of light!"

"The authentic Sunless City!"

"This city is Hellscream's domain!"

Surrounded by the thunderous cries of the devoted followers, Port Caelwyn underwent a fresh consecration: The Sunless City.

Titanion Realm, Blackstone City.

As ordinary citizens crowded the avenues to access the Stoneheart Temple, in other places, blades were honed to deadly edges.

Within the Horde Hall, an intense aura of might hung heavy in the atmosphere.

The vast chamber brimmed with Wardens.

In the Stoneheart Horde, earning the rank of Warden came only to those who surpassed the Legendary threshold. Ever since the Temple flung open its gates, their numbers had surged, forging a fresh tier of supreme fighters.

The announcement of Orion's impending assault on the foreign realm ignited their veins with fervor. They yearned for battle, eager to seize fresh lands and etch eternal fame for the Horde.

Yet the focus of this gathering wasn't on them.

"Heh... My firstborn daughter, Elara, has at last reached maturity. She's prepared to fight for the Horde."

Orion, enthroned upon his dark obsidian seat, motioned toward the person beside him, propelling her into the center of attention.

Elara advanced. Clad in snug soft armor and a flowing crimson cape that dragged across the stone, she appeared youthful—almost misleadingly. A bold, fierce quality defined her, a keenness that contrasted her soft appearance.

According to Giant customs, she had qualified as an adult long ago, yet her body was exceptional. She lingered in the form of a six-year-old until she completely absorbed Orion's lineage. It was then that she transformed into the image of a sixteen-year-old maiden.

She seemed fragile. In reality, she was the opposite.

The Wardens grew quiet. An overwhelming force emanated from her, choking the air. It stemmed from the formidable presence of an Archlord.

Elara made no effort to contain it. She intended for them to grasp her true nature fully. The seasoned fighters present became mere onlookers.

"Elara will carry the splendor of Father and the Horde into this unfamiliar world!"

With a fist thumped against her chest, her declaration echoed sharply.

Orion inclined his head, his features settling into a majestic detachment.

"Elara, advance and claim your orders."

His tone delivered a chilling command, bolstered by an unseen, oppressive force.

Elara strode ahead decisively, her expression etched with gravity. She recognized this as her initial stride toward legendary status.

"I designate Elara as Commander of the First Legion. Lead a force of one million warriors. I bestow upon you my personal armament, the Flame of Will. Your mission: conquer Eldoria."

"You must not disappoint. Achieve triumph. For the Horde's renown. Advance boldly, without hesitation."

The Flame of Will appeared suddenly in Orion's grasp. The artifact, attuned to the moment's importance, stirred to life.

Scarlet flames burst from the trident's tines. A thick, sanguine fog—the essence of carnage—wound around the handle. This marked its awakened state.

Hiss.

Gasps of astonishment echoed through the hall.

All the Wardens recognized that armament. It served as Orion's trusted ally, the most ancient and destructive instrument in his collection.

Handing over a treasure of relic quality like the Flame of Will to Elara, bypassing the princes? Such a move broke all traditions.

Elara herself paused, overwhelmed by the burden of the offering.

"Will you reject it?" Orion's words sliced through the daze like a lash.

Elara drew in a steady breath, ascended the platform, and accepted the trident from her father's hold.

"Elara vows upon my soul and honor. I shall complete my task, extend our frontiers, and safeguard the Horde's prestige along with Father's."

"For the Horde's thriving! For the Horde's pride! For the Horde's splendor! I shall traverse flames and peril!"

She hoisted the Flame of Will aloft. The blaze at its peak spared her harm; instead, it cascaded like molten liquid, sheathing her frame in a slender, glassy coating of pale bone.

Frostbone Armor.

This represented one of the weapon's three activated abilities. Its emergence confirmed that the Flame of Will acknowledged her as its wielder.

Regarding the remaining two abilities—Chillbone Fire and Wyrm's Death Coil—they embodied pure ruin, forces demanding great effort to invoke.

Orion observed her, a subtle gleam of satisfaction hidden beneath his impassive facade.

Of all his offspring, solely Caelus and Elara showed promise in wielding his trident methods. However, Caelus pursued the way of the sword, aligning with a different mentor.

Orion faced no alternative. The artifact belonged with Elara.

Kronos, Pallas, and Kaelen excelled in combat, but missed that vital essence. Rolan showed promise, yet he was already fused with the Bloodthirsty Trident; that tool had accompanied him from youth and suited him ideally.

"The First Legion demands a Deputy Commander. Which of you will serve at the side of the Stoneheart Horde's First Daughter?"

Scarce had the question escaped his mouth when the Wardens pressed ahead. Rendall, Thundar, Dace, and Ursa emerged, keen to demonstrate their freshly attained Legendary prowess.

Orion surveyed the candidates. His eyes fixed on the woman warrior.

"Ursa, come forth!"

Ursa's features brightened with zeal. She proceeded with poise, chin elevated.

Orion wasted no time on ceremony. He assigned her the role of Deputy Commander on the spot.

Now with Ursa positioned next to Elara, Orion directed his attention to the gathered group once more.

"As witnessed, the troops under Elara's command form the First Legion."

"Starting today, the Stoneheart Horde's forces face total reorganization. Each decision I render will shape a renewed hierarchy."

A wave of tension swept over the experienced members, Lilith included. Reorganization signaled a realignment of authority. A reallocation of vital stakes.

For the Horde's leadership, the consequences loomed enormous.

"Eras evolve. Fresh prodigies emerge in each cycle. We need to pave the way for them."

"The skilled will ascend. The feeble will tumble."

"Ahead, the Horde's might will favor the robust and the youthful."

This proclaimed a system of pure merit, unyielding and stark. Such was Orion's decree, relayed via the Wardens to the entire clan.

In essence, though influence would realign, those assembled here formed the foundation. The Horde relied on them for upcoming conflicts. Their positions remained firm, as long as they proved valuable.

"Moreover, a fresh benchmark is established. Moving forward, all Legion Commanders must hold Archlord-level power."

"My fighters, strength flows like a current. Resist it, and you'll sink in your inertia."

The Stoneheart Horde transformed. Orion dictated the rhythm, compelling them to sprint or lag behind.