Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1498 Glacial Wrath

Securely cradled in Orion's embrace, Sylvana surrendered completely.

A Vixen by birth—a species crafted for pure allure—she blushed fiercely like some shy virgin. Orion's massive palm lazily stroked her fluffy fox ears, the spot that drove her wildest. That casual, owning caress shattered her defenses. She collapsed against his torso, helpless to escape, her mind blank.

Garments vanished into the throne room's gloom, shed away.

Time blurred into nothingness. When Sylvana finally roused, she lay curled in Orion's hold, staring up at the man who had unraveled her utterly.

"Speak," Orion growled deeply, tilting her chin upward. Her form remained utterly relaxed, so she leaned her head on his shoulder, her words emerging as a sultry murmur.

"I am ready to ascend."

Her finger trailed lightly over his chest. "I'm stepping into the Legendary Rank. However... the ritual carries grave risks. For a Seer reaching such heights, the hidden realms take heed. Your safeguard is essential."

A Seer served as a conduit of equilibrium—robust in flesh and spirit. The loftier their ascent, the more silent they grew, mastering the art of dodging peril and shunning bearers of dark burdens.

"The unseen world?" Orion arched a brow. "Some force is spying on you?"

Tales of tribulations were familiar to him—thunderous ordeals, inner heart demons—but a Seer hunted amid breakthrough? Unheard of.

"Such is the essence of our vision," Sylvana breathed, her warm exhale brushing his neck. "With my spirit foundation elevating, my instincts hone razor-sharp. The barrier weakens. We traffic in enigmas, secrets, destinies woven by fate. That draws... intrigue."

A faint tremor ran through her. "During ascension, there's a slim risk of peering into our own doom. One life's thread often weaves through countless others."

"You mean," Orion uttered deliberately, "your breakthrough might reveal my destiny?"

Sylvana stayed silent. She merely shook her head against his shoulder.

"Your rank towers too grand. My path is surely knotted with yours. Witnessing it... the rebound might prove devastating. I seek you out to shield prying gazes while I stand exposed."

Orion grinned. Such unwavering faith from his woman stirred a potent rush of guardian fervor.

"I remember bestowing plenty upon you," he jested, "yet no Divination-type Lord's Stone comes to mind. The Horde's vaults lack Seer relics too. Don't say it, Sylvana... you're forging your own Lord's Stone?"

His digits skimmed her waist's gentle swell, drumming an erratic beat.

He'd always respected her depths. Once companion to a Blademaster who summoned his strength from within, as a profound Seer, she grasped soul secrets like none other.

"Seers require no Lord's Stones," Sylvana husked. "Nor do I crave the tangible realms you award your other followers."

Orion halted, truly taken aback. He adjusted her position until their gazes locked.

Sylvana foresaw his query. Her hand flattened against his heart, her tone shifting to an echoing, arcane timbre.

"Each soul drawn to my counsel forms my realm. Any ground I tread becomes my fief." Her fox-like eyes lifted, crinkling into a grin both timid and boldly possessive. "And you, Orion... you crown my domains."

It conveyed hidden ownership. Like a dragon guarding a hidden gem from all eyes.

"Oh?" Orion's palm drifted downward, following her hip's contour. "Does this 'domain' supply ample Faith Energy?"

That caress instantly cracked her ethereal poise. She inhaled sharply, vision blurring as she yielded to him anew.

Soon after, calm returned to the throne chamber.

Sylvana perched on the throne, attire flawless, lids shut as she plunged into perfect emptiness.

Orion mounted watch. His Divinity surged through the fortress, senses stretching like a vast detection web over all of Stoneheart City. Curiosity burned in him. What bold presence dared spy on the Horde's Seer?

Moments passed. The atmosphere hung motionless.

Far southward, by the shores of Sophia City.

This marked the frontier, brushing ancient Dragonflight domains.

Reason dictated safety here. Kaelen's aides reasoned wisely: Dragon territories reeked of Dragon Fear. That dread crippled inferior beings—a innate repellent.

Still, the sight ahead furrowed Kaelen's brow.

Earth torn asunder like endless furrows. Fields, forests, meadows—all consumed. The land lay barren.

The bug scourge had ravaged the unassailable spot.

"Your Highness, something's off here," Thundar rumbled darkly, face stern. Beyond Stoneheart Horde lands, insect ruin intensified in human realms.

But this? Utter annihilation. Beneath a Dragon's shadow? Dragons ruled as supreme hunters across realms. Pests found no welcome.

"Stay back. I'll scout ahead."

Ere Thundar, Godfrey, or Aldwyn could object, Kaelen soared skyward. Stunning, shimmering butterfly wings sprouted from his back, hurling him toward the distance at terrifying velocity.

Kaelen rejected the notion of Dragons overwhelmed. Even in the Emerald Dream Realm, they dominated.

Yet atop the seaside bluffs, the vista demolished his certainties.

A battlefield.

Frenzied sky clashes pitting Dragons against insect hordes.

Kaelen's presence drew instant notice. A colossal Glacial Dragon peeled from the fray, fixing its hunter's stare upon him.

With a bellow rattling the heavens, the dragon spewed its breath—a torrent of subzero chill laced with lethal ice spears—straight at Kaelen.

"Die, you wretched Dragonlouse King! You finally show your face!"

Error struck swift and ruinous.

Kaelen radiated Insect King essence, wings vast like a butterfly's. To Jorik the Glacial Dragon, this intruder wasn't some princely figure; he was the plague's overlord, slayer of brethren.

Kaelen twisted in a barrel roll, evading the icy blast by a hair.

Jorik bellowed in rage at the dodge. Titanic wings thrashed, whipping up fresh gales of frost and shards. At once, dense enchanted mist poured from his hide, shrouding the skies and blocking Kaelen's retreats.

The dragon didn't merely strike; he pursued relentlessly. Panic gripped him lest the "chief" slip away.

"Dragon! Cease attack! It's a mistake!"

Kaelen's boots had never touched Titan Continent soil prior to this war. Local dragon intrigues escaped him, yet Dragonflight allied nominally with Stoneheart Horde.

He sought to calm the storm.

Jorik ignored him.

Or put differently, vermin deceptions held no sway. No error existed for him—only the Dragonlouse King, and the fierce urge to halt the horror endangering his brood.