Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1519 Every future is a treasure

Orion squinted his eyes, his voice grave and unyielding.

"Unless we dissect this information and reach solid deductions, disaster will strike swiftly. My parasite root, remaining hidden, still sparked a slight rejection. Those catastrophes from nature? Mere signs of deeper trouble." He halted, his tone turning even weightier. "Bro, we're missing the key element here. The Temple of Terminus stands as a flawless creation. It hides our existence perfectly. Aren't you curious about its creator?"

"The one capable of crafting such a structure," Orion pressed on, "I'm certain they possessed alternative means against the Zeythan Dreadfin Race. Then why erect this sealing temple in the first place?"

"Bro," Leonidas started, after gazing intently at the ground in profound contemplation for quite some time, then lifting his gaze with complete gravity. "I'm aware of another world linked to the Void. Could I replicate your technique precisely?"

This direct, sincere query left Orion speechless.

Orion lacked a definitive response for Leonidas; far too many mysteries lingered unsolved on his own side. Moreover, the parasitic grafting demanded enduring, prolonged effort. Foreseeing potential failures and devising remedies demanded practical knowledge he continued to acquire.

"Bro, here's my counsel: hold off for a year or two," Orion advised. "Observe how it unfolds for me first. That's the wiser option."

This was pure honesty. Were Orion in Leonidas's position, he would choose identically.

"Fine, I'll heed your guidance," Leonidas consented without resistance. "No need for just a year or two—I'll endure eight or ten years if necessary."

Orion gave a nod, shifting focus to their upcoming actions. "This vessel of mine won't depart the temple for the foreseeable future. Beyond strengthening the seal and restraining the Zeythan Dreadfin Race, I must draw the origin power accumulated by the World Tree root to elevate this avatar into the Demigod realm."

He revealed his plans openly; concealing them served no purpose.

"The World of Eldoria requires your vigilance to protect it."

Involving Leonidas went beyond mere profit-sharing. Seizing a realm differed vastly from defending it. Now that goddess Agaman and the oceanic Demigods—Coraline, Corren, and Vaelor—had forsaken the World of Eldoria, its cosmic coordinates were destined to become known.

Eventually, some shortsighted, avaricious group would seize those coordinates and launch an assault. Should that occur, Orion would endure the same relentless blockade as the former holy order.

Luckily, Orion had anticipated this. His fellow victors in this triumph—Leonidas, Kraken, Isabella, Makareth, and Tangere—stood as powerful Survivors, destined to amplify their might over time. Should chaos erupt while Orion remained occupied, one among them could step in. Yet currently, Orion and Leonidas formed the realm's main bulwark.

"No worries, brother," Leonidas assured, his gaze sharpening. "I'll patrol the frontiers. No scavengers will breach under my guard."

As chief gainers from this victory, their share demanded time to assimilate. For a conqueror like Leonidas, hungry for more lands, this realm was already secured prey. He refused to allow any theft. Leonidas guarded his domain ferociously.

"Furthermore," Orion noted, "Eldoria's boundary arrays have surely been altered. We dare not rely on someone else's safeguards."

Leonidas growled his full concurrence.

"Deputy Commander Edward controls a World Dragon too," Orion explained. "By trading our insights on Void parasitism, we can enlist him to rebuild the boundary arrays entirely. That ought to appease the veteran."

With the World of Eldoria fully taken, no lands remained to grant. Yet, given the Deputy Commander's concealed arrogance, a plain plea wouldn't sway him; they required enticement.

"Moreover, this sealing temple's beginnings remain enigmatic. The Deputy Commander and his mystical allies will crave an inspection."

Leonidas smiled, grasping the implication instantly. "Chill out. Hand the arrangements to me. I'll handle it."

The Titanion Realm — City of Stoneheart

After uniting the continent, the Stoneheart Horde assembled three enormous legions, each boasting a million warriors. The titles of their three Commanders—Kaelen, Dirtclaw, and Gustalon—resounded throughout the territories. Kaelen especially, though only a Vice Commander, witnessed his renown soar to dizzying peaks thanks to his Giant Prince lineage.

In addition, the Horde launched a huge reward for wiping out the insectoid threat, attracting hordes of volunteers and mercenary groups. Amid the Stoneheart Horde's fierce campaign, the insectoids' space on the Titan continent dwindled at a breakneck pace.

As the blazing war on the insects blazed beyond the walls, the air within Orion's fortress hung motionless like dead pond water.

Yet that calm exploded abruptly from an odd surge emanating from Vixen Sylvana.

Orion jerked his head upward, fixing on the arched ceiling. Via faint waves of dimensional law, he detected an otherworldly force entering the stronghold. To be precise, it targeted Sylvana directly, seated at his side.

He looked her way. Her eyelids squeezed tight, her lengthy lashes quivering wildly.

"Relax. I'm right here. No foe will reach you," Orion whispered.

He extended his hand, softly placing his fingers atop her shut eyes, his contact steadying her. With his combined bodily and psychic comfort, Sylvana at last grew steady.

Observing her settle, Orion gradually shut his eyes. He dove his awareness straight into Sylvana's mindscape, guided by the spiritual mark and spectral image he'd implanted inside her.

"Well, well... Sensing an awakening, I arrived to shield my kin, but discovered a half-blood Vixen!"

A voice—sultry, seasoned, and profoundly alluring—resounded across Sylvana's mental ocean. At the same moment, a stunning form appeared in her mind's emptiness.

Her eyebrows resembled far-off peaks, her complexion gleamed like new-fallen snow, her teeth sparkled as flawless gems. An enigmatic black rune adorned her brow's center. Her ebony robe swirled unsupported by breeze, concealing the bare soles stepping over the psychic void.

"Every future holds value as treasure."

The enigmatic woman peered into the mindscape's profound core. There, a lovely form began to solidify. Next to it hovered a luminous sphere, enveloped densely in faith energy.

That form was Sylvana. And the light sphere represented the future—the exact future Vixen Sylvana had foreseen when rising to Lord rank.