Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1591 Silent Coordinates

Supported by the Divine Vessel, Orion's absorption rate of origin power and cosmic laws would become terrifyingly fast. Simply put, his growth potential was about to reach unprecedented heights.

"Commander," Orion inquired after a moment's contemplation, seeking the unfiltered truth. "Why were the Platinum Realm's coordinates so proximate to the Titanion Realm in the first place?"

"My apprentice implored me to do so," Commander Thresh responded nonchalantly. "He requested that the Platinum Realm be brought closer as a strategic backup."

The Commander cast a sidelong glance towards Leonidas, Alexander, and Deputy Commander Edward. He then uttered a statement that left the three brothers utterly dumbfounded:

"See? This is precisely why one needs an extensive family!"

Tirisfal, World of Eldoria

The territory known as Tirisfal derived its name from the Tirisfal Legion, an elite military contingent directly under Elara's command. As the eldest daughter of the Stoneheart Horde, this region was unequivocally her dominion.

Within the most expansive command tent, Elara reclined upon her throne. She inclined her head, her gaze fixed intently upon the distant ocean, lost in profound contemplation.

"Your Highness, what are your commands?"

The voice of her trusted lieutenant, Anubis, abruptly pulled her from her reverie. She blinked, yet the palpable unease lingering in her eyes persisted.

"Prepare for immediate departure. Muster the three thousand elite soldiers of the Tirisfal Legion. I am experiencing a foreboding premonition."

For an Arch Lord, a gut feeling was far more than a mere sensation; it served as an ominous warning that a significant catastrophe had already unfolded. Her disquiet was further intensified by the abrupt and complete disappearance of Orion's avatar aura above the ocean.

"Also, ensure the gifts I prepared for my mother and my younger brothers are packed," she added, her voice firm.

Anubis acknowledged her directive with a nod and swiftly departed to enact her orders.

As she observed his retreating form, Elara felt her internal restlessness escalate into outright alarm.

"No. I must return and ascertain their well-being myself."

Without a second's hesitation, she retrieved a teleportation scroll and shattered it.

One minute elapsed. Three minutes passed. Fifteen minutes went by.

Elara remained standing in the precise location where she had been.

In silence, she produced a second scroll and crushed it.

The outcome was identical.

"Something has indeed transpired."

She then withdrew every scroll she possessed that was attuned to the Titanion Realm's coordinates, snapping them one after another. None of them yielded any activation.

With a frown, she drew forth a scroll linked to the Valkorath Realm and broke its seal. Moments later, spatial distortions flickered into existence, and the teleportation circle sprang to life.

Standing within the illuminated runes, Elara finally exhaled a sigh of profound relief.

Irisgarde, Valkorath Realm

Within the precincts of the Champions Alliance, only Isabella's personal territory exuded the lavish, high-society ambiance befitting a true Queen's domain.

Inside an expansive coastal manor in Irisgarde, a gathering was underway. However, in stark contrast to the rugged, open-air campfire feast at Blade's Edge Peak, this was an elaborately arranged, formal candlelit dinner.

A lengthy mahogany table, adorned with embroidered silk tablecloths, silver candelabras casting a warm glow with beeswax candles, candied cherries, caramelized nuts, and flowing blood-red wine—Isabella had meticulously recreated an entire royal banquet within the confines of the room.

Seated at the head of the table, bathed in the flickering firelight and accompanied by the gentle strains of a lyre, Isabella lifted her crystal goblet in a celebratory toast.

Her assembled guests comprised the remaining members of the Champions Alliance.

The scene presented a bizarre tableau. Kraken, clad in attire reminiscent of a pirate, was imbibing directly from a large pitcher using a tentacle. Demon Makareth sat unceremoniously, his chest bare, tearing into a substantial slab of meat. Tangere was completely enveloped in a grey cloak, from which emanated a faint, spectral mist of plague. And Aurora, the untamed spirit, was engaged in dual-wielding: stuffing large quantities of food into her mouth with one hand while simultaneously stashing more into a massive hide sack with the other.

"Must you all refrain from dressing with a modicum of decorum?" Isabella sighed, her regal composure momentarily faltering. "Thank the heavens that no outsiders are present, lest they mistake me for hosting a convention of savages."

A Queen required the appropriate ambiance. Yet, observing the octopus drinking with a tentacle, the Drakthul-horned demon, the walking contagion, and the feral young woman, Isabella felt a persistent headache beginning to form.

"Kraken, your influence on Aurora is truly detestable. Observe her – simultaneously eating and pilfering. Where is her inherent dignity as a Lord?"

Kraken simply offered a shrug, raising his cup with a tentacle in a silent gesture of acknowledgment. In reality, he hadn't been the one to corrupt Aurora; her wild nature was an intrinsic trait.

"Apologies, Big Sis Isabella!" Aurora exclaimed, looking up with a sheepish grin still visible through her food-filled mouth. "Your cuisine is simply exquisite! In my own territory, I subsist in a manner akin to a cave dweller."

Despite her apology, her hands continued their rapid movements, diligently stuffing more pastries into her sack. Isabella could only deflate, her shoulders slumping slightly.

"Isabella, why complicate a private gathering?" Demon Makareth grumbled. "Generous portions of meat, plentiful drinks. What is the issue? The senior brethren are not present. Be at ease."

Although his chest was bare, Makareth employed a silver blade to carve his meal. Yet, the flickering candlelight cast his silhouette upon the wall behind him—a colossal, multi-limbed phantom, a perfect mirror of his true essence.

"Any intel on him?" Isabella directed her question to Tangere.

Orion had been Tangere's patron, sponsoring her entry into the Alliance. When Isabella inquired about 'him', her focus was on Orion.

"The boss has been out of contact for some time," Tangere responded, consuming his food with a frustratingly unhurried, measured rhythm.

"What about the rest of you?" Tangere interjected before Isabella could speak further.

"Do not look to me. I possess nothing," Makareth stated. "The influential figures are too occupied for our trivial concerns. They are undeniably engaged in a monumental undertaking. On that note, I have been venturing deeper into the Abyss lately, aiming to secure additional territory. Does anyone wish to participate?"

Since his ascension to Arch Lord, Demon Makareth had exhibited immense drive and achieved numerous victories.

All present, save for Tangere, conveyed their refusal with a shake of their heads.

"I must decline for now," Tangere declared after a brief pause. "Once I attain Arch Lord status, I shall accompany you."

Makareth redirected his gaze to the pirate-clad cephalopod. "Come now, Squid. Surely you have not been completely oblivious to any pertinent whispers."

Kraken halted his actions. "The precise details elude me. However, I received instructions to prepare and mobilize for conflict. Consequently, all of you must adopt a similar readiness."

He fixed his gaze upon the demon. "Makareth, suspend your ambitions within the Abyss. For the approaching crisis, we will require an Arch Lord to spearhead the Vanguard."

A wild, predatory glint immediately ignited in Makareth's eyes.

"Is this truly happening?"

In an instant, the allure of spirits and sustenance vanished. Makareth became startlingly alert, a hundredfold more so than moments before.