Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1502 No Half Measures

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Previously on Titan King: Ascension of the Giant...

Orion offered exile to the sea demigods Coraline, Corren, and Vaelor, enforcing it with the suppressive power of his Mirror of Providence. Recognizing him as the Giant King who repelled Goddess Agaman, they revealed the sealed Zeythan Dreadfins—an unkillable race native to the world's flip side that requires constant Demigod vigilance to contain. Skeptical, Orion extended his perception deep into the ocean abyss to verify their warning.

Orion's mind stretched outward, seizing the ocean mile after mile, and the faces of Coraline, Corren, and Vaelor transformed from caution to utter astonishment.

Is this the might that repelled a Goddess?

Not a word escaped them, yet the terror in their gazes screamed volumes.

Country bumpkins, Leonidas mused with a smirk. The sight of these locals quaking in fear sent a thrill through him, solidifying their status as top predators. Still, under that cocky exterior, a sour twinge of jealousy stirred in his stomach.

Leonidas reflected, hardening his resolve: The kid's advancing way too quickly. Come on, Leo—don't let the newbie outpace you.

Next to him, Orion's brow creased. His psychic scan had reached its limit—the ocean floor itself. Down in those oppressive depths, his perception slammed into an obstacle: thick, intricate, pulsing with energy matching a Realm Guarding Formation.

"Coraline wasn't lying," Orion stated, pulling back his consciousness. His gaze sharpened as he pondered.

Silence lingered. All eyes awaited his judgment.

"Well, brother? Bluff or not?" Leonidas queried through their psychic link, his spirits dropping at Orion's somber look.

"It's genuine," Orion answered. "A seal sits there, tied to the planet's heart. It matches our planetary shields in strength. This... will be troublesome."

This posed a huge strategic hurdle. Banishing the three Sea Gods sans a fix for the seal would bind Orion and Leonidas's avatars here as wardens. For multiverse-aspiring conquerors, playing eternal jailers was intolerable.

"What's our move?" Leonidas muttered. "Can't just bail now. We'd seem like fools."

"Yeah," the Kraken added. "After that grand arrival? Meteor crash, massive waves? Quitting early would be a letdown."

Complaints aside, Leonidas's mind raced through options.

"And the seal?" the Kraken proposed. "Summon Thresh? Let the Commander bolster it or lock it forever?"

Orion and Leonidas shared a glance. No quick words came.

Truth be told, requesting aid now smacked of failure. They'd already sliced the spoils; summoning Thresh or High Command admitted they couldn't wrap it up. Humiliating. Worse, it diluted the rewards. Politics and gains tangled messily, and neither fancied unnecessary debts.

"No," Leonidas resolved firmly in Orion's head. "We boot them out. Seal fails? We deal. No one else claims my spot. Worst comes? My avatar stays here, capping it shut."

Orion agreed with a nod. He shared the view. Plus, an idea brewed—a method to cripple the Zeythan Dreadfin Race sans endless lockdown.

"You have two weeks."

Orion's tone stayed even, but the killing aura it carried could collapse a chest.

"Clear out this plane in a fortnight. Linger, and perish."

No reply sought. A crisp signal to Leonidas and the Kraken, and the trio plunged, slicing the dark depths toward the chasm.

Bobbing atop the waves, Coraline, Corren, and Vaelor exchanged stunned glances.

Had they gotten the plot wrong?

"Coraline," Corren whispered sharply, his enormous snake-like head lolling like he'd overindulged. "Did I catch that? Two weeks to scram?"

"You heard correctly," Coraline replied, brow creased. This defied the expected bargaining.

"Do they just not give a damn?" Vaelor wondered. Eyes on his tentacles flickered wildly in frenzy. "Or clueless about the Zeythan? Willing to torch their own Divinity for the seal?"

"Driving us away means they've got a seal strategy," Coraline whispered. Her tone shed its soft mask for icy, bottomless chill.

"So, fight them?" Corren barked, panic surging. "No chance of winning. That suppression spell—you sense it. Breakable?"

"No," Coraline conceded.

Eons of dominating these seas, gobbling deep Faith. Its loss hit like amputation. Yet as Demigods, survival hinged on knowing strike or flee times. Gut yelled: stay equals doom.

"My friends," Coraline murmured gently, "our pact in these depths ends here."

Her gaze met theirs, turning steely. "Heed this: Pride shouldn't doom you. Those three ousted Agaman. They're cogs in a vast engine. Imagine the horrors backing them."

She halted, thoughts whirling.

Territory? Merely waves and devotees.

Strangers storming their realm, stealing hearth...

Menace sparked in Coraline's eyes. She eyed her ancient allies, feeling their despair.

"Corren. Vaelor. Reality's clear. They're mighty, so we withdraw."

Serpent and horror observed. Coraline led their schemes. They held still.

"But if they invade..." Coraline's whisper turned sly, shadowy allure. "Why not us?"

"We depart. Seek fresh realm. Locate ocean under feebler deities. Seize it. Turn invaders ourselves."

Words lingered heavily.

Invasion. Conquest. Fresh domain.

Minds reeled in Corren and Vaelor. Long-buried drive pierced ages of laziness. Helplessness crumbled, hunter's craving ignited.

Eons in slumber. Ease blunted claws. Yet Orion honed them on banishment's stone.