Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1505 Anchor of the Void

Eldoria's Terminus.

Labeling it as just a place felt like a gross understatement. This marked the ultimate edge of all existence, where endings merged into fresh beginnings. It imprisoned the Zeythan Dreadfin Race and held firm the grand seal's foundation.

"Now this is god-tier work," Leonidas rumbled, stretching his neck upward. "Way above my pay grade. I couldn't build a seal this magnificent if you gave me a thousand years."

His words rang true without any hype. The sight confronting the three brothers shattered all normal expectations.

What faced Orion lacked soaring magical arrays whirling overhead or an overwhelming crush of elemental essences. Instead, a simple temple rose before him—the Temple of the Terminus.

Within its walls, no statues demanded reverence, no sacrificial platforms existed, no furnishings cluttered the space, and no servants lingered. The chamber embodied lavish void, grand in its stark isolation.

"A spot like this stays empty for no random reason," Kraken muttered, eyes flicking about anxiously. "Three Demigods dominated these seas. What stopped them from seizing this haven?"

With honed vigilance, Kraken crept forward, probing the surroundings for hidden Zeythan Dreadfin threats.

"Strange indeed," Orion concurred.

Even without divine icons, one throne commanded the elevated core platform. The hall's design converged upon that lone chair. Undoubtedly, the throne held the secret.

"Hey, Squiddy," Leonidas grinned, elbowing Kraken. "Your avatar's disposable. Why not plop down on that throne and check it out?"

Without pause or protest, Kraken advanced toward the raised platform.

He understood their brotherly setup well. Orion and Leonidas supported him not for his raw might alone; they hoisted him toward greater heights. Yet Kraken grasped that true power demanded reciprocity—no handouts existed. When duty called, refusal wasn't an option.

Whether Leonidas joked or the throne spelled doom, Kraken would claim it. Losing a tentacle avatar to pave the way for his true form was a bargain he'd accept.

In quiet observation, Orion studied the hall's layout.

"Holy hell!"

As soon as Kraken's form pressed against the stone, he rocketed upward like the throne scorched like molten metal.

"It's a nightmare in there!" Kraken gasped, his avatar quaking. "Monsters. Everywhere. And every single one of them is an anomaly!"

No wounds marred him, yet as he fled backward, the haunting images cleared from his vision.

"Move over," Leonidas grunted, pushing the drenched Kraken aside. "Let the big boys see what's what."

Leonidas thudded onto the throne without a yelp. Curiosity faded from his face, replaced by a stony scowl. Furrows of concern carved deep into his brow.

After a quarter-hour passed, Leonidas rose with a somber look. He signaled Orion with a nod.

A calm demeanor guided Orion forward. As the sealing site, and since it hadn't erased the three regional Demigods, he trusted it wouldn't end him.

With his brothers observing intently, Orion eased onto the seat.

Reality flipped the moment contact occurred.

The lavish temple faded away. His surroundings dissolved into a murky, gray wasteland—a lightless abyss.

Enormous creatures encircled him, titanic horrors the size of peaks with gazes blazing like fading suns. Their stares pierced straight through him.

Each presence in this abyss hit Legend rank at minimum. Crowds among them exuded the dread aura of Archlords. In the remote shadows, unfathomable beings hinted at Demigod might.

The Zeythan Dreadfin Race.

Orion understood: his mind projected into Eldoria's shadowed underbelly—a Void Realm untouched by light.

Suffocating force pressed in. Their hostile glares carried real heft, like plunging bare into a den of ravenous predators. Small wonder Kraken bolted so fast.

"So that's how it works," Orion murmured, brushing off the countless stares. His awareness stretched outward.

He formed the crucial pivot.

Orion manifested as a flat nexus on a barrier. The Void and Zeythan Dreadfin loomed on one side. The Temple of the Terminus and physical realm backed the other.

A Demigod had to occupy this post, pouring Divine Power into the divide to repel the advancing darkness and block the Dreadfin's breach.

Brilliant in its savage ingenuity.

Returning to the temple, Orion's eyes fluttered open, body unmoving.

"Well, brother?" Leonidas inquired. Monsters weren't the issue; he sought their fix.

Void Dreadfin started at Legend strength. A seal rupture would unleash havoc, torching their hard-won domain into ruins.

"How did they ascend?" Kraken wondered, mopping his forehead sweat. Lacking Demigod rank, the process baffled him. "They don't have territory. They don't have faith."

World laws birthed territory and faith. Yet Eldoria's trailing Void offered no peaks, streams, mana, or celestial lights.

"The Source," Orion stated evenly. "That realm's origin force never formed a proper world. It transformed wholly into the Zeythan Dreadfin."

Thus, worshippers proved unnecessary. They devoured the universe's wild, primal essence—rawer than refined faith.

"The throne is a stabilizer," Orion went on. "It's a spatial anchor linking the World of Eldoria to the Void."

Leonidas dipped his head knowingly, while revelation dawned on Kraken's face.

"It's stable for now," Orion declared. "We have three years before the barrier weakens critically."

Tension dissolved from the air. In conquest and schemes, three years stretched eternally. Preparation time abounded.

"Brother," Orion addressed Leonidas. "I need you to manage this site. If usual tactics fail, we'll request Deputy Commander support."

"Hah! Consider it done," Leonidas boomed with laughter.

Leonidas trusted Orion's judgment. Delegation signaled a workable path ahead.

"But until we lock down a lasting solution, you must guard it here," Orion warned gravely. "We can't let foes discover and tamper with the seal."

A volatile bomb defined the Temple of the Terminus. Absent a Demigod atop it, unease gnawed at Orion. He couldn't linger—his pursuit of the three sea Demigods demanded his presence.

"Kraken," Orion ordered, facing the squid-man. "Head back to Westreach Trench. Rally our invasion forces. Scour the seabed and gather every sea-kin forsaken by their gods."

"Prioritize surrender over slaughter," Orion stressed, gaze icy yet practical. "This ocean sprawls endlessly. We require subjects to harvest faith. The living must fuel our rise."

Orion outlined their plan. The trio now functioned like clockwork: sharp roles, unwavering faith, merciless drive. Victory awaited through this synergy.