Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1500 Meteor Entry

Just a genuine successor to the Giant King could possess that distinctive savage fury. Jorik wasn't deceived; at last, he identified the bloodline.

"I am Kaelen Stoneheart," the hybrid proclaimed, suspended within the blood mist. "Fourth Prince of the Stoneheart Horde."

His words resonated like forged steel. He experienced the full gravity of that rank for the very first time. Observing the reverence and dread in the dragon's gaze, Kaelen understood his ancestry held no shame.

It was magnificent.

"My apologies. I misjudged you."

The enormous dragon bowed his head, his tone a deep growl akin to grinding glaciers. "I knew your father, though I never anticipated encountering his descendant here. I am Jorik, of the Glacial Dragons."

Truth be told, Jorik remained shaken. Without Kaelen's intervention, the Dragonlouse King's surprise attack wouldn't merely have wounded him—it would have maimed him severely, compelling him to expend a precious lifeline he dared not waste.

"Jorik?" Kaelen's gaze sparked with familiarity. "The legendary dragon of the Northern Tundra?"

That name rang bells. Kaelen had listened to those tales countless times.

"I am," Jorik affirmed, astonished. "You know of me?"

"I didn't know you," Kaelen clarified, "but I know the legend. You battled beside my father in the Civil War. Your name endures in the annals of the Stoneheart Horde's ascent."

Herein lay the key distinction between Sophia and Ava. Upon Kaelen and the Dark Butterfly Race's reintegration, Sophia had plunged him into the Horde's writings, customs, and lore. She aimed for him to truly become one of them, beyond mere partnership. She desired his full belonging.

"That is my honor." Jorik spoke sincerely.

Orion had ascended to Demigod status—an immortal entity. For a Glacial Dragon yet to reach Archlord rank, etching his name into the saga of such a mighty force represented an enduring legacy.

"However," Kaelen's voice turned sharp without warning, "this is Stoneheart Horde territory. You've overstepped."

The abrupt shift from fellowship to rebuke startled Jorik. Tension thickened the atmosphere.

"It's a misunderstanding!" Jorik blurted, desperate to clarify. As a Giant Prince, Kaelen's authority mirrored the Horde's collective might. "You witnessed the devastation. The Dragonlouse horde consumed our brethren at the borders. We came solely to eradicate the plague. The Dragonflight seeks no clash with the Horde's domain."

"I believe you," Kaelen replied, his face easing a touch. "My Second Legion and the Volunteer Corps are approaching. We'll eradicate the plague side by side."

Hope ignited in Jorik's eyes. With Stoneheart Horde aid, the swarm endangering his race faced total annihilation.

"Hah! That is generous of you!"

"No need for thanks," Kaelen interjected calmly. "Safeguarding Stoneheart territory is my responsibility. Dealing with vermin is part of it."

Jorik gave a bitter inward grin. Message received. Kaelen repeatedly stressed "Stoneheart territory." The caution was plain: Allies for now, but stay in line.

The Westreach Sea, Southwest Region

These depths formed a void of pitch-dark hush, far from any shore or isle. Far overhead amid surging swells, Orion, Leonidas, and the Kraken held position, peering into the abyss below.

"Brother," Leonidas growled, scanning the waves, "we need to make an entrance. Something with style."

Their mission targeted the Sea Folk's downfall.

Progress had been swift since the Holy Order abandoned the shoreline defenses untouched. Few parishes faced battle, leaving fortifications erect. Orion's alliance merely seized the vacant strongholds and garrisoned the battlements, reviving the barrier—a fortunate turn that stunned them all.

"Boss, why don't you and Orion haul a meteor down?" the Kraken proposed, brimming with zeal to amplify the chaos. "Crash it straight in. Rouse the prime predators."

"A meteor?" Leonidas scowled. "Too troublesome. Tricky to target, and wrecking the seafloor life is poor etiquette."

Orion gazed at the ebony depths. Seafloor life? In the Dead Sea's heart?

"If not a meteor," Orion suggested, brushing aside Leonidas's odd conservationism, "how about three leviathans?"

"Three leviathans?" Leonidas tilted his head. "You mean..."

Orion shrugged, looking from Bearman to Dreadfin. The spark in their stares confirmed instant comprehension.

Thirty minutes later.

Three blazing trails ripped across the heavens, plunging into the sea like plummeting stars. The collision spawned a colossal wave, shockwaves pounding the ocean floor and panicking submerged creatures.

It amounted to a meteor barrage by another name—a cataclysmic plunge delighting the trio. Yet upon entry, beyond raw impact, the overwhelming aura of a Demigod and two peerless Archlords surged through the waters like a scourge.

Thus began their greeting.

A Dragon, an Abyssal Dreadfin, and a gigantic octopus. The three behemoths lingered atop the waves, their might churning the sea to a froth.

"They're coming," Kraken boomed.

"Friends. We are all children of the tide. Why harm the innocent?"

A feminine voice ascended from below. It arrived with a gentle, enigmatic glow emerging like ghostly seaweed. The light throbbed with vitality, encircled by shimmering plankton. As the ethereal frond approached the surface, it transformed, losing hue to turn clear and crystalline. Starlit runes and tidal flows danced inside.

Abruptly, the seaweed unfurled into a see-through bloom. From its florets emerged a diaphanous female figure.

"I am Coraline. Greetings, friends of the sea."

Orion stayed silent. So did Leonidas and the Kraken.

The waves parted once more. An immense serpent's head surged upward, looming above them.

"I am Corren. Greetings."

Soon after, a horror of coiling tentacles studded with watchful eyes broke the surface close by.

"I am Vaelor. Greetings."

Three native Demigods. One at second stage, two at first.

A powerful assembly. Orion pondered how these three had coerced a truce from Goddess Agaman and claimed rule over these seas.

Both parties hovered amid the quiet aftermath, appraising one another, poised for the initial decisive action.