Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1577 Kairon’s Last Entrustment

Arthas had been the guiding light, the foundation upon which Orion's early access to high-tier, rare resources was built. Without his support, Orion would have remained unequipped for the challenges ahead. Furthermore, the immense trove of priceless gifts bestowed by his brothers within the Champions Alliance before his ascent to power, wouldn't have been possible.

While such items held little significance for Orion now, in his nascent stages, each one had served as a vital trump card, a literal lifeline during moments of dire need.

"Go," Arthas commanded. "Should the situation deteriorate beyond control, make your way to the Valkorath Realm with your core forces first."

"Once I harness the dragon egg to secure dominion over the Ever-Burning Volcano, we shall reunite. Together, brother, we will reclaim all that has been taken from you."

A wave of deep emotion washed over Orion. This was Arthas's solemn promise, an ultimate safety net offered by his brother.

With these words, Orion knew that even if the entirety of the Titanion Realm were to fall, Arthas would stand by him, aiding in its reconquest.

"Your word, brother, instills a profound sense of confidence in all that is to come!"

...

The Titanion Realm. Within the Glazed Sanctum.

The Glazed Sanctum served as the formidable stronghold of Seraphina, the Merfolk Demigod. Prior to Orion's arrival, the only other individual permitted to establish a teleportation array within its sacred bounds was Kairon, the Siren Demigod.

This privilege was not born from any romantic attachment Seraphina harbored for Kairon. Instead, their shared status as lords of the sea imposed an unspoken obligation – to provide mutual aid during moments of existential peril.

Such a moment had arrived. Kairon stood before Seraphina, his plea a desperate gambit, formally entrusting her with the safekeeping of his descendants.

"Does Orion treat you well?" Kairon inquired, his voice thick with strain. "If he fails to do so, I shall depart this instant and obliterate the Stoneheart Horde."

Kairon's gaze fixed upon Seraphina, his eyes a tumultuous vortex of complex emotions: profound admiration, fervent devotion, obsessive longing, tender affection... and an inescapable, crushing weight of regret.

"Leviathan, you have brought your youngest heirs and the scattered remnants of the Siren race to my doorstep. What precisely is your intention?"

Kairon offered no verbal response. He simply continued to fix his gaze upon her, clinging to a twisted, desperate hope that she would speak of Orion's ill-treatment.

Such a confession would furnish him with the justification he craved to undertake one final, reckless act for the woman he loved, before crossing a point of no return.

Kairon was acutely aware of his limitations. A direct confrontation with Orion was an unwinnable battle, leaving him only one recourse: to unleash his boundless fury and murderous intent upon the Stoneheart Horde.

"Orion treats me exceptionally well. Our love is profound and true," Seraphina affirmed with unwavering resolve.

"Kairon, has your mind been clouded? Heed my words. Given the current volatile state of the Titanion Realm, your trust can only be placed in us, the native Demigods."

Seraphina and Kairon shared a friendship spanning an immense duration. Despite never having crossed the threshold into a romantic union, a deep and abiding camaraderie bound them.

It was this bond that compelled her to exert every effort to dissuade him from his perilous course.

Though unaware of Kairon's ultimate plan, the solemnity of this handover of his lineage left her utterly perplexed and deeply unsettled.

"Sera," he murmured softly, invoking her affectionate moniker, "your counsel arrives too late. Moreover, my pride will never permit me to exist in a state of fearful servitude, enduring perpetual humiliation."

"Should my endeavor prove successful, the Titanion Realm shall remain our cherished home."

"But should I fail... then I entrust my bloodline to your care."

Kairon provided no opportunity for further inquiry. The instant the words left his lips, his form dematerialized from the Glazed Sanctum, as if he had never been present.

"Leviathan... what in the blazes are you intending to do?" she whispered to the vacant air.

'Leviathan' was Seraphina's personal epithet for Kairon, a title bestowed in sheer awe the first time she witnessed his true, majestic form.

Her heart held no romantic affections for him. Had it been otherwise, given the countless centuries of their acquaintance, they would surely have been united long ago.

What existed between them was a profound shared empathy—the reciprocal pity and understanding of two rulers bound by the unforgiving currents of fate upon the sea.

...

The Valkorath Realm. Skysplitter Peak.

By the time Orion ascended to the summit, Commander Thresh was already positioned at the precipice, gazing out at the undulating sea of clouds. He emanated an aura of profound, unfathomable enlightenment, appearing entirely detached from the mundane mortal world.

"Ever since your young offspring absconded to frolic in the Platinum Realm, a disquieting dullness has settled over these lands."

"To be utterly candid, it has made me recognize that the serene tranquility I cherished for untold ages has lost its allure."

Commander Thresh was the first to speak, not even awaiting Orion's formal announcement of his arrival.

Orion responded with a warm smile, offering the Commander a deep, respectful bow in acknowledgment.

It wasn't the salute of a subordinate to a superior, but rather the profound respect a parent shows to their child's revered mentor.

Despite his verbal complaints about Caelus, Orion knew the Commander absolutely adored his disciple.

"I went and checked on your youngest, by the way. He does nothing but drown himself in wine and hollow dreams. The boy has no ambition!"

Orion bowed again. He knew perfectly well the Commander was talking about Pallas.

It was true. Both of Orion's sons, Caelus and Pallas, were currently in the Platinum Realm.

The difference was that Pallas had been deployed there as an advance scout for the Platinum Authority, while Caelus had simply gone on a whim, driven by his insatiable thirst for exploration and amusement.

"The two boys have different talents and were born into entirely different circumstances," Orion explained. "Pallas was on the verge of being utterly spoiled rotten, which is exactly why I sent him to the Platinum Authority to forge his character."

When he spoke of his children, Orion's voice carried a mix of joy and undeniable pride.

Especially Caelus. He was a natural-born prodigy, a favored son of the heavens who hadn't given Orion a single reason to worry since the day he was born.

"Out with it, then. I'm incredibly curious to know what could possibly convince your true body to make the trek all the way up to Blade's Edge Peak."

Commander Thresh hadn't turned around once during the exchange. He was mildly interested in Orion's errand, but only just.

Orion remained silent. He stepped up to the edge of the precipice, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the Commander.

After taking a moment to appreciate the breathtaking vista of the Valkorath Realm's sea of clouds, Orion decisively summoned The Chapter of the Profane, letting the unholy parchment hover directly in front of Commander Thresh.

"This... you actually brought this thing here!"

Surprise. Unmistakable, profound surprise.

Orion was absolutely certain that the Commander hadn't looked this shocked even when he had first laid eyes on the shards of the Mirror of Theras.

"Envoys from the Profane Lands sought me out," Orion quickly explained, not waiting for the Commander to ask. "They claimed this relic would help me assimilate into the world's underlying laws. They said it would serve as the ultimate trump card to give me a fighting chance against my enemies."

"They also showed me a Fel Fruit, though they refused to hand it over. Said the time wasn't right yet."

"Hmph... a trump card? Your own raw strength is your only true trump card!"

"Relying on garbage like this is nothing short of begging for annihilation!"

Commander Thresh was utterly dismissive of the cloaked envoy's scheming.

"This is a single page of The Chapter of the Profane. It doesn't even qualify as a fragmented volume!"

"Now, if you had brought me the complete tome of The Chapter of the Profane, I might actually be intrigued enough to play around with it."

With a casual wave of his hand, Commander Thresh sent the cryptic scripture flying back into Orion's grasp.

"For a Demigod, The Chapter of the Profane is pure, unadulterated catastrophe!"

"Any entity foolish enough to covet its power will inevitably be corrupted. They will be swallowed whole by the tome, forever imprisoned within its pages to serve as mere fodder for heretical gods."

The Commander delivered his absolute verdict on The Chapter of the Profane. Orion understood perfectly well that the older man was referring to the fully intact artifact.

"If it's just a single, isolated page, you don't even need my intervention. You're more than capable of handling it yourself."

Commander Thresh finally turned his head, eyeing Orion with deep suspicion.

"Kid, even if you're only a half-baked Demigod who barely understands your divine calling and god-forged body... a single page of this scripture shouldn't be enough to make you kick up this much of a fuss."

"Don't tell me you've actually got your eye on the esoteric arts recorded on that page?"

"Are you seriously thinking about...?"

A sharp, piercing light flashed in the Commander's eyes. He scrutinized Orion from head to toe, seeing him in a completely new light.

This bastard was too damn bold!

Then again... he liked it.

After a long, heavy silence, Commander Thresh asked uncertainly, "Are you truly willing to pay that price?"