Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1489 Obsidian Ascendant

Orion was faced with a straightforward objective: eradicate all residual wills.

Ignoring any need for memorial speeches or hesitation, a wave of violet Divine Power surged forth. It instantly engulfed the two consciousnesses, pulverizing them into total oblivion.

Only then did Orion proceed to carve his own mark upon the Holy Sword and the Guardian Shield.

A split second later, his expression shifted between satisfaction and a hint of letdown.

His victory lay in unlocking the technique to manifest these relics, yet the underwhelming potency of the items left him disappointed.

Consider the Guardian Shield. Orion had anticipated the legendary "hundredfold reflection" ability. Upon taking command, however, he realized this function wasn't rooted in any innate Law. It was merely a vessel designed to expend stored Faith Energy to simulate a defensive counter.

This was the chasm between these artifacts and the fragments of the Mirror of Theras.

The Undying Projection forged by the Magic Mirror relied on the fundamental Universal Laws, demanding minimal expenditure of Orion's own Divine Power. The Shield, by contrast, was nothing more than a drain on mana.

The Holy Sword fared no better in his estimation.

Orion channeled his Divine Power and, with a mere focus of his will, began to reshape the weapon.

The blade extended, its surface shifting and warping until it blossomed into a trident—an homage to the Flame of Will that Elara wielded. He had grown accustomed to the maneuverability of a polearm after all.

Having finished with the weapons, Orion cast his gaze toward the Stoneheart Temple.

Down beneath, submerged in the Sea of Blood, his subordinates continued to grapple with their violent metamorphosis.

Unbound. Unbroken. As steady as the earth beneath them.

Such were the traits deeply etched into the very essence of the Obsidian Golem ancestry.

Though Onyx had lost all sense of time within the Sea of Blood, he understood that his ascent of the phantom peak had been swift. Rock and mountain shared a common origin; they did not repel their own kind.

Upon reaching the summit, his suffering yielded to clarity. All impurities were stripped away.

It was a sensation of pure transcendence.

Onyx looked down to see spiderwebs of fractures spreading across his frame. Snap. Crack. Within fifteen minutes, his stony outer shell collapsed entirely, raining debris upon the ground below.

Yet, Onyx had not perished. His mind was illuminated with total clarity.

He felt neither anguish nor vacancy. He felt… entirely present. He remained standing, even though his physical vessel had seemingly vanished.

High above in the heavens, Orion solidified into view, observing the strange phenomenon occurring with Onyx, his eyes burning with interest.

A significant portion of the second wave consisted of non-Giants. Initially, Orion had ignored them, but seeing Onyx now, coupled with his memories of Dirtclaw’s evolution, revealed a burgeoning pattern.

For those who were not Giants, stepping into the Stoneheart Sea of Blood was a grave risk. While a fraction perished instantly, the rest underwent a metamorphosis.

However, they did not emerge as pure Stoneheart Titans.

Instead, the Titan blood served as a catalyst, a dominant force that fused with and altered their ancestral heritage.

Precisely as it had with Onyx.

At the mountain's peak, the physical remains of Onyx had crumbled into rubble. The inferior stones turned to ash, leaving behind only the most potent, conductive essence—his core minerals.

Blackstone City is bustling as always... the Black Forest seems to have many new inhabitants...

Onyx's consciousness drifted through a meditative haze. One heartbeat, he stood upon the eastern ridges watching Blackstone City; the next, he was back in the ancient mountains of the Obsidian Golems. Then, in a blink, he saw Stoneheart City, the bastion of his people to the south.

Finally, his focus snapped back to reality.

"Is this… the Legendary realm?"

His voice was but a whisper carried by the wind. Onyx had regained his senses, yet he lacked a physical shell.

Just as uncertainty began to take root, a metaphorical door swung open in his mind, providing subtle guidance.

Without a moment's hesitation, Onyx stepped forward.

In the physical realm, a vortex erupted where Onyx had previously stood.

Crimson fluid from the Sea of Blood roared upward, spiraling into a constricting cyclone. As the blood congealed, the pile of refined stone essence ascended, pulled by a magnetic unseen force. Fragment by fragment, the stone adhered to the sanguine vortex, pulling together like a finished puzzle.

The transformation was chaotic yet rapid. By the time the dust settled, Orion had arrived to face him.

"Chieftain!"

Only the Giants and the Old Guard—those who followed him from the genesis of the Stoneheart Horde—employed that title. It was a relic from the age when the clans first unified, serving as an emblem of respect for both leader and subordinate.

"Congratulations, Prophet, on attaining the Legendary realm."

Orion’s tone was gentle, mirroring their very first encounter on the ancestral Golem peaks.

"I owe it all to the Chieftain's benevolence!"

Orion merely offered a smile, signaling for Onyx to examine his new form.

The Onyx standing before him was a stark contrast to the hulking construct of the past. If he had once been a siege engine, he was now a precision mechanism.

He now resembled a warrior clad in streamlined, matte-black plate armor.

He possessed the power to modulate his stature, reducing his height to a compact seven feet—mirroring a tall human. He appeared leaner, almost graceful.

Yet, the internal shifts were profound.

The Stoneheart Titan bloodline surged through his veins, serving as his primary conduit of power. His exterior "armor" was the condensed essence of his prior form. And deep within? His crude golem organs had been purged, replaced by a swirling vortex of blood energy.

It was a perfect, harmonious evolution.

"What is your sensation?" Orion inquired, eager for insights to predict how his other non-Titan followers might progress.

"Different," Onyx replied, his voice a low rumble. "I feel… infinite. The previous limitations on my potential have simply vanished."

Onyx tightened his grip, and the air within his fist detonated with a sharp report.

As he relaxed his hand, the slate-colored scales on his forearm rippled like mercury, extending and hardening until a massive battle axe manifested within his grasp.

"Materialization?"