Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1541 Heavens Trembled

"Remember, this ocean territory is under the Great Sea Serpent's official domain. Would he truly allow a wild leviathan to rampage in his own territory? I believe we've been manipulated—turned into a tool by another party!"

Yalennu, the demigod woman, came to this dark realization after fitting the pieces together. The shattering of their demigod avatars had immediately sharpened her senses. By accessing their secret intel channels, the Divine Sigil family rapidly verified that Orion and Leonidas weren't native gods.

"That cursed Sea Serpent!"

"He's purposely shaming the Divine Sigil family!"

For beings like demigods, suspicions seldom needed solid proof. Once someone of their level sensed a fact, it invariably matched their dread.

"Ancestors, the Sea Serpent can wait. Right now, we must figure out how to escape this dire threat," Governor Tyrus pleaded, showing far more desperation than the pair of demigods.

Lionheart City represented his territory and lifelong achievement. To put it plainly, should disaster strike, the two forebears could just flee. Even if they couldn't, these were only spectral projections; the clan could summon new ones. Tyrus lacked such options. Losing the city and his holdings meant total ruin—he'd end up a penniless wanderer.

"Why freak out?" Gotaition scoffed. "Think the Divine Sigil family's alliances are mere decoration? If those two venture too deep inland, superior forces will inevitably intervene."

Gotaition cast a disdainful look at Governor Tyrus, deeming his kin woefully narrow-minded—a dim-witted, myopic idiot. With demigod forebears here, it wasn't his role to fret or dictate plans. Any hint of sense in Tyrus would have him silent, waiting for orders.

"The family must chalk up that cargo of rare materials as a loss," Yalennu lamented. That load of Golden-Silk Tinder had been obtained via shady methods. They'd figured on sneaking it home unnoticed; who knew the heist would provoke such a mighty group.

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The Titanion Realm. Year 12 of the Stoneheart Era.

Stoneheart City's boom showed no end. Thriving avenues, boisterous inns, thundering arenas… the metropolis pulsed with vibrant, turbulent promise.

In the fortress depths, Orion gradually awoke from his throne repose, eyes fluttering open. He cocked his head, staring skyward as though boring through the heavens themselves. With his personal inner realm formed, he sensed reality's core principles keenly.

Mere instants before, those principles had quaked.

In a steady world, such a quake was extraordinarily uncommon. From Orion's knowledge, this magnitude of disturbance often heralded the breakdown of natural order—the harbinger of planetary doom. He fixed his gaze on the emptiness overhead, brows knitting tighter. Over three days, he'd observed celestial rhythms, weather patterns change. Ordinary folk dozed wearily and rushed through their carefree days, blind to the doom looming above.

"It's arrived," Orion whispered abruptly into the vacant chamber.

Quarter of an hour passed before Seraphina arrived beside him. She linked her arm with his and settled next to him on the throne.

"You sensed it as well?"

Gone was her usual tender affection of late. Her face hardened, eyes like daggers. She radiated unyielding command—the icy might of a genuine Valkyrie.

Orion's arm encircled her lithe waist, drawing her close. Their bodies pressed together, sharing heat and iron determination. Seraphina stayed mute, unmoving.

That quiet spoke volumes. Amid this apocalyptic shift, she hadn't run or turned to others; straight to him she came, ready to confront the uncertain, savage times side by side. They'd endure the tempest united. Orion sensed that tacit pledge in his core.

"Let's go see what's happening."

Rising, Orion moved, with Seraphina close behind. One stride later, the duo—whose bond remained a hidden secret to all—dissolved from the throne hall.

Soaring high in the boundless sky, as Orion and Seraphina emerged, three figures blinked into view in the upper atmosphere nearly at once: human demigod Evander, Siren demigod Kairon, and Dragon demigod Pyraxis Bloodflame.

Silence reigned. All fixed their eyes on the stellar void, beholding the universe, mutely observing a realm undergoing seismic change.

It felt as though endless ages had passed before Evander became the first to avert his gaze. He scanned the assembled divinities, then fixed his stare upon Orion.

"Gentlemen… does our pact still hold?"

The pact—the alliance for mutual defense, hammered out in preparation for the Swarm's arrival.

"Why wouldn't it?" Orion responded, at last pulling his eyes from the abyss. His face remained perilously serene, completely unshaken by the profound cosmic tremors everyone had just experienced.

"Giant King, the Dragonflight is willing to stand united with you all," Pyraxis Bloodflame intoned steadily. He appeared excessively poised, like someone who had endured such calamities in the past. Within the scorching depths of the dragon demigod's eyes, Orion glimpsed a brief, disturbing spark of eagerness.

"I don't care what the rest of you plot or plan. This is my home, and I will defend it," Kairon snarled. The Siren demigod skipped any reference to the pact entirely. Though renowned for his fiery, brutal temper, no fool rose to divine status. He understood full well that, for all their grand vows, once the Swarm descended and true carnage erupted, half these professed comrades could flee, dooming the Titanion Realm to flames.

Seraphina cast a look at Kairon. Here stood the Siren she recognized—the hot-headed, unyielding guardian etched in her memory.

Yet as her gaze dwelt on him, the strong hand at her waist clamped down with jealous firmness. She turned her head upward to Orion, who kept up his facade of casual detachment.

Heh. A true giant in every way. So intensely possessive he can't bear me glancing at another male even briefly. Gods above, how is this man so endearing? Orion's jealousy shone through, and Seraphina spotted it right away. The realization excited her deeply—a quiet, forceful proof of his profound affection.

The other three demigods clearly perceived the quiet interaction, yet wisely chose to ignore it. Amid a transforming cosmos and doomsday looming ahead, such minor matters deserved no attention.

Giant King, the Dragonflight is willing to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Stoneheart Horde. I hope we can act with true unity of purpose. Pyraxis Bloodflame's voice resounded straight into Orion's thoughts, a confidential mental link underscoring his push for a stronger bond.

The dragons have our eyes on the shifting oceans. We have no interest in laying claim to continental land. We hope to form an amphibious front with the Stoneheart Horde. To face our enemies together and become each other's shield. This proposal diverged sharply from their prior vague accord. It represented a full-scale, ironclad military alliance—one demanding that if the Swarm struck one party, the other would unleash its full forces in honorable, all-out war.