Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1521 The Eye of Destiny

"My lord..."

Gozanthia, the Triocul Vulpira, attempted to beg for mercy, yet Orion offered her no opportunity.

With his four enormous arms squeezing tightly, Orion annihilated Gozanthia completely, leaving only a thin trail of black smoke behind. Under the crushing force, the smoke solidified into a shadowy crystal shaped like an eyeball.

Orion examined it carefully before shifting his attention to Sylvana. As she remained frozen in shock, an inexplicable urge directed his movement, pressing the crystal right into the middle of her forehead.

Instantly upon embedding, the crystal activated. It merged perfectly with Sylvana's mind, transforming her essence in a flash. Soon after, a third eye appeared on her brow—one she could command effortlessly like her original pair.

"Orion, what is this?"

Before she could finish speaking, a torrent of insights surged from the third eye into her thoughts, unveiling its mysteries.

"The Eye of Destiny!"

This was the birthright of the Triocul Vulpira—a sacred eye designed for prophecy. It enabled the bearer to access the world's hidden rules and glimpse the concealed truths of others. Now, this phenomenal ability was Sylvana's own.

"Orion... you've bestowed upon me something extraordinary."

Sylvana's gaze sparkled with joy as she gazed up at the protector by her side.

"This isn't the place for discussion. I'll wait for you outside."

They lingered inside Sylvana's mental realm. No matter her complete faith in him, any external mind staying too long would surely harm her spirit. Such mental strain often led to insanity and shattered psyches.

"Alright."

Orion's image faded swiftly, bringing Sylvana a wave of ease.

…

Back in the real world of the citadel.

Orion and Sylvana's eyes fluttered open together, both still perched on the majestic throne.

"Orion!"

"Love me! Fuck me hard with your cock!"

This wild outburst shocked him—this wasn't the composed, graceful Sylvana he recognized. She turned bold, fierce, and irresistibly alluring, throwing herself onto him, sealing his lips with hers and silencing any words he might utter.

A blaze of desire erupted fiercely, engulfing them in a tempest of raw passion.

Time slipped by unnoticed for hours until Orion and Sylvana, drained completely, collapsed into heavy sleep on the throne. It might have been a single day or even three. When Orion awoke at last, Sylvana was already clothed, seated calmly beside him, patiently awaiting his return to consciousness.

"So fiery, so insatiable... That wasn't the Sylvana I know." Orion pulled her close with one arm, unable to hold back his playful jab.

Sylvana fell quiet, her cheeks tinged with a soft red as shame over her unrestrained fervor washed over her.

"Then again, you are a Vixen. Passionate, wild, and naturally seductive—I suppose it makes sense."

His words only deepened her fluster, a sharp departure from her typical poise.

"Are you feeling alright?" Sensing the moment to shift, Orion wisely steered the conversation. Teasing strengthened their bond, but excess could spoil the atmosphere.

"I'm fine. I'm just... not used to this yet." Sylvana's hand rose gently, tracing the enigmatic black lines on her forehead. The lines separated, exposing a probing eye that scanned its environment curiously. It belonged to her now, yet her unfamiliarity lent its stare a hint of caution.

"It's an amazing innate power. I tore it right out of that Triocul Vulpira." Orion regarded her gravely. "If trouble arises, or if controlling it proves too hard, inform me at once. I can remove it for you."

Sylvana belonged to him, and Orion refused to endanger her for any reason.

"I will." She agreed with a nod, encircling his waist with her arms and resting snugly against his torso. "This feels wonderful."

Clinging to him, she savored profound safety. Being guarded by the mighty man she adored fulfilled her deepest wish. With it in reach, she half-closed her sly fox eyes, reveling in the delightful tranquility.

"Orion... that insectoid egg from the auction house... It's incubating the kind of person you've been searching for." Secure in his embrace and blissfully at peace, she shared the stunning revelation.

"The kind of person I've been searching for?" Orion's eyes widened briefly in surprise before understanding hit. Only one type mattered to him: an Awakened. "Did you see this in the Orb of Futures?"

He glanced down, searching her eyes for certainty.

"Yes."

The Orb of Futures served as Sylvana's cherished artifact. If she chose silence on details, he wouldn't pry.

"Hahaha... It seems the Triocul Vulpira was right. Every future is a treasure trove." Orion's laughter thundered as he bent to claim her lips.

"Her name was Gozanthia... mmph..."

"..."

The Abyssal World, Seventy-Seventh Layer.

From the depths of the vast Crimson Tusk Mountains, a torment-filled wail resounded in a shadowy cave. The cry was shrill and agonizing, akin to fabric ripping at its breaking point.

Yet Gozanthia the Triocul Vulpira's torment ended swiftly. As the howls died down, a bare-skinned Gozanthia emerged from a bubbling hot spring.

"That cursed giant. He actually dared to seize a piece of my eye's essence—and hand it to such a pathetic being!" Gozanthia growled. "Intolerable. I will reclaim what's mine."

Her forehead's third eye stared wide. At first look, it appeared unchanged. But scrutiny revealed a tiny gap in the pupil. Seemingly trivial, Gozanthia recognized it as the heart of her strength.

"A giant... and a Vixen... They must lurk somewhere in the Abyssal World. I will track them."

While vowing this, a lavish black robe appeared, cloaking her body. She strode out of the cave with deliberate strides. Bounties would go to her strongest admirers. She craved that odd giant's head and the return of her pilfered power.

…

Stoneheart City—the shining gem of the Titan Continent.

A rugged cavalry unit galloped through, led by Raptor riders. None obstructed their way. In the group's heart rumbled an armored coach, perfectly hidden amid the armored guards.

Streets teemed with vibrant chaos. Shops brimmed with crowds, vendors shouted their pitches, strange creatures screeched sharply, and soft prayer chants wafted from the central fortress.

This was the Stoneheart Horde. This was the realm seen through the eyes of the broodmother, Melissa.

Within the coach, sunbeams pierced the latticed panes, bathing Melissa's features in light. Her skin glowed with an otherworldly sheen, lending her an exotic, mesmerizing allure.

"My King... is this the Horde that birthed you?"