Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1459 Codex of Unity

Lilith harbored her private reflections on the issue. Having absorbed plentiful intelligence dossiers about the Human Kingdoms, she grasped their background; the Stoneheart Horde once regarded them as the supreme hindrance to continental unity.

However, the world shifted with dizzying speed. The Horde's conquests raced ahead of its grandest goals, while the Giant King's vast steps left enemies far behind. Adversaries from the past were fading away—some through compulsion, others voluntarily.

With humans pulling back to the Bastion, dragons might have rushed in to seize the empty space. Still, the Dragon Race lingered on their islands, quiet observers feigning ignorance, stashing away their power.

"My King," Lilith purred, wriggling in his lap. "Only the Blood Elves remain. Can't you put a little effort in? The continent is practically begging to be united."

She bent her back against his torso, rubbing into the hollow of his neck. It was the teasing charm of a succubus, a hint of rising passion.

"Patience," Orion whispered, his hand lingering dominantly on her. "Lycanor is in their capital. We do not move until she returns. That is the respect she is owed."

...

Twelve hours afterward, a tremor surged across Stoneheart City.

The Northern Bastion of Menethis had officially surrendered. It wasn't merely an alliance; it meant full merger into the Stoneheart Horde.

For those cunning minds, this came as no surprise. Yet, three days on, fresh reports emerged that crushed any lingering doubts.

The Blood Elves abandoned their independence. Carrying the Guardian Tree alongside them, they inked the Pact of Integration.

In response, Orion issued a royal edict: Rommath would keep the status of Honorary King of the Blood Elves, a lineage honor transmitted down his descendants.

The die was thrown, and waves swelled into a massive surge. Humans got swallowed up. Elves had bowed down.

The smaller groups and clans who aligned with the Horde from the start started rejoicing. They had wagered on the winning side, and now they gripped the destiny ahead.

Half a month on, a plea endorsed by all key chieftains and lords of the Horde reached the Giant King. They sought to rechristen the continent of Utessar.

Orion pondered for half a day before approving it.

Starting this day, the territory would bear the name Titan Continent.

The next morning, within the tavern of the Silent Goblet, a bard strummed the opening note of a fresh epoch.

"When the sky darkened and the void threatened, the Stoneheart Horde bound the world in iron and stone. They forged an Empire from the chaos, bringing a golden age to the Titan Continent..."

It formed a slice of history crafted in the moment.

Soon after, the Horde issued the Codex of Unity. Orion commanded the uniformity of everything: a single script for writing, one currency, one measurement system, and one law to govern all.

This occasion became etched as Year One, Day One of the Stoneheart Era.

Stoneheart Era. Year One, First Month, Twelfth Day.

To safeguard the harmony of the fresh Empire, Prince Kaelen gained his initial solo leadership role. Commanding the Second Legion alongside the brand-new Volunteer Corps, he advanced to cleanse the lingering insectoid nests plaguing the wildlands.

Enlistment posts overflowed. Innumerable bloodline fighters enlisted in the Volunteer Corps, keen to etch their tales beneath the Horde's flag.

World of Eldoria. The Third Descent Point.

The air wailed as the Rite of Fatebound Offering ripped open a tear in reality.

Elara, the Giant King's senior daughter and head of the First Legion, emerged from the portal and planted her feet on the ground of the Andor Diocese.

Trailing her, the orderly files of the First Legion streamed forth like an iron flood. For the Hellscream group members, who had clung to their positions through sheer resolve and necromancy, this brought wild elation.

First the undead forces arrived, and now the armored foot soldiers from a cross-realm empire. The Holy Order, once towering like an impossible peak, abruptly appeared far less daunting.

"Hah! Is that little Elara?"

Makareth rubbed his eyes, awaiting the mana trace to clarify. Once verified, his fiendish visage cracked into a broad smile.

"Look at you! You've grown into a frightening young lady since our last encounter."

Makareth and Elara shared a lengthy past. Elara served as the pupil of Vice-Commander Edward, the figure who steered Makareth into the Champions Alliance. Though equals in status, Makareth had forever shown Edward the regard of a subordinate, positioning him as an uncle-like presence to Elara.

"Brother Makareth," Elara replied, her gaze sparkling. "I didn't expect to find you here."

In the Valkorath Realm, during Makareth's visits to Edward, he invariably carried presents for the young one. Their connection transcended mere hierarchy.

"Hahaha! With the pair of us present, this realm hasn't a prayer," Makareth chuckled, spreading his wings. "And we've got little Aina as well. Whoever tormented you both will bleed for it."

He pointed to the young woman at his side. Similar to Makareth, Aina was an Awakened from the Survivor's Platform.

"Makareth, Elara... thank you for coming," Aina expressed. She displayed a gentle, pure smile—the sort the battle-scarred slayers of Hellscream had never witnessed on her before.

Raveth, lurking in her shadow, observed her with astonished eyes. The gloom that typically enveloped her appeared to withdraw, giving way to true affection. She hasn't strayed, he mused, a burden easing from his spirit. She merits my loyalty.

"Greetings, Seeker of Change," Elara stated, inclining her head modestly.

Elara embodied a World Spirit. She bore the passed-down recollections of a world's origin and demise. She recognized precisely what Aina represented.

A "Seeker of Change" marked an uncommon label. It described a spirit that, perceiving their world as stalled and fated for ruin, employed banned techniques to summon outside powers and break the deadlock. Most Seekers unleashed mere destruction—unleashing gates for fiends or void abominations. Yet, scant numbers sparked progress.

Observing Aina, Elara comprehended fully why the Stoneheart Horde had established a base here. A Seeker acted as a vibrant signal.

"You..." Aina began, then halted.

Both Makareth and Elara whipped their gazes northward.

"It seems the teleportation array caused excessive disturbance," Makareth snarled, his gaze sharpening. "We've roused the inhabitants."

"Stay here, sister," Makareth instructed, his tone sinking to a deep growl. "Let me deal with these vermin."

He required no reply. Infernal wings burst from his back, propelling him skyward, a shadow bolt racing toward the approaching peril.

He barely progressed when a swift shadow surpassed him. Elara materialized before him, hovering with ease.

"I need the exercise," she shouted over her shoulder, her eyes shimmering with might. "One for each of us?"

Makareth smirked, baring his teeth.