Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1501 Flip Side of the World

"Since we share the blood of the tides, I will offer you a single mercy: Exile."

Orion shattered the quiet first.

With his words, the space overhead rippled and split open, exposing a gigantic, suspended slab of mystical crystal. It launched no assault, yet dangled like a headsman's axe ready to descend. The danger pulsed vividly.

"Friend, who exactly are you?" the woman inquired.

"Orion."

"The Giant King? The one who repelled the Holy Order and the Goddess Agaman?"

"Does it matter if I am?"

Orion's tone stayed level, his eyes fixed on Coraline. Her presence brimmed with density and polish—a Demigod of the Second Circle. She obviously led this group. Her query held no casual interest; she tested, measuring tales against the figure before her.

"We do not question your power, Giant King," Coraline replied fluidly. "If you repelled the Holy Order, you surpass us. I was just wondering."

Orion offered no response. Harsh lessons had taught him caution around female Demigods. Any woman ascending from the depths to godhood lacked neither might nor cunning. His ally, the Mermaid Goddess Seraphina, exemplified this. Had her avatar, Marina, genuinely sought his end, his ascent could have met a hasty doom.

Luckily, Marina backed him. These three might not.

"From your words, it seems you reject the chance to depart?" Leonidas growled. His voice carried shadows, laden with fury. He appeared set to rip them limb from limb on the spot.

Coraline's eyes flicked to the enormous bear-man, her pupils shrinking to dots.

"A World Dragon."

Her murmur sparked a wave of strain through Orion and Leonidas. Spotting his heritage instantly... Coraline possessed deep knowledge.

"Heh... envious? Craving a sample?"

Leonidas bared his teeth in a smirk, but the waters around him started to seethe. All sensed the abrupt surge in his Divinity, raw and savage. He readied a breath strike.

Quiet fell heavy.

After naming the World Dragon avatar, Coraline fell silent. At her side, the serpent Corren and the horror Vaelor stayed frozen. Orion figured they linked minds in urgent exchange.

He lacked tolerance for arguments. He favored setting the rhythm.

Overhead, the Mirror of Providence ignited. Shafts of sheer light cascaded, forming a confining cage of weight.

Instantly, Coraline, Corren, and Vaelor stiffened. Shock warped their faces. Beyond mere binding, a superior force gripped their souls, halting them across existence.

Despair flooded in. Total, unyielding dominance crushed them.

"I repelled the Goddess Agaman," Orion declared, his tone icy and detached, resounding in their thoughts. "That fuels my resolve to butcher you on this spot. Now, state your decision."

With a mere notion, he adjusted the binding's laws, allowing bare speech.

"Giant King... we can relocate," Coraline rasped, her poise crumbling to a whisper, nearly beggarly. "But if we go, you claim a disaster."

Tactics flipped in a heartbeat. Facing utter might, she assumed yielding grace, a timeless ploy to temper a victor's rage.

Orion regarded her steadily, expectant.

"My lord, as evident, even united, my allies and I couldn't rival Agaman," Coraline elaborated, her words quivering faintly. "Still, she forged peace with us. The cause is clear. In Eldoria's profoundest chasm lies a seal. It restrains a race beyond slaying."

Cannot be killed.

Leonidas and the Kraken scoffed together. For those who clawed from infernal pits, absolute immortality rang hollow. Even the Commander, or the fearsome Arthas—who boasted true invincibility? All had perished once. They pierced the myth of endless life.

Yet, with Orion wordless, they swallowed doubts.

"They are the Zeythan Dreadfins," Coraline pressed on, brushing aside the scorn in their stares. Her attention locked on Orion alone. "The Zeythan form a symbiotic kin of Eldoria. Born here. Unkillable. Shatter their forms, and they rebirth from the world's reverse face."

"Giant King, the Zeythan demand sealing alone. Demigods must pour Divinity endlessly to uphold the ward. Will you still banish us?"

A glint of malicious glee flashed in Coraline's gaze. Their exit would thrust a ticking bomb into Orion's grasp. This was Agaman's concession—the Sea Folk served as wardens for a peril the Goddess shunned.

The Kraken seemed baffled, grappling with the claim. But Orion and Leonidas shared a look.

Comprehension dawned.

Orion had shaped a Divine Kingdom; Leonidas harbored an expanding realm in his belly. They grasped planar structures. Existence flipped like a coin. Past the material lay the Void—the world's dark mirror.

If Zeythan Dreadfins hailed from that Void, with Eldoria as bridge, they gained effective immortality here. Slaying merely banished them to shadow, for rebirth and return.

"Brother," Leonidas murmured, doubt yielding to strategic wariness. "You believe the dame?"

"I don't know," Orion replied. "But we're on the verge of learning."

Holding the trio's stares, Orion extended his senses boldly. No stealth needed. His awareness blasted like sonar, surging through currents into the void's heart.

What is he doing?

Is he seeking the Zeythan's presence?

Does he grasp this sea's profundity? Such hubris!

Corren's mental barbs to comrades dripped scorn.

Do not scorn him, Coraline retorted through the bond. A power that thwarted Agaman defies jest.

Underestimation vanished. His effortless paralysis revealed Orion's strength plunged beyond his title's hint.

Beneath their intent watch, Orion's psyche dove into darkness, battering toward the seafloor's pulverizing depths.