Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1598 Titan's Heir

Submission or banishment were the only paths offered.

Exiling the dragons would have been an insurmountable task for Orion previously. Now, it was a matter of mere will.

"Esteemed Giant King, your stipulations are..." Pyraxis Bloodflame bowed deeply, attempting to buy time. His urgent objective was to return to the dragon roost, anticipating the elders would dispatch a more formidable wyrm to negotiate a more favorable arrangement with Orion.

"There is no need to provide your answer today," Orion interjected. "Return to your roost and convey this message to those ancient ones: the Titanion Realm has ascended. Inform them that ere long, it shall possess the capability to condense a Divine Mantle. They will understand the choice before them."

Pyraxis and Kassophyr exchanged a gasp.

"A Divine Mantle?!"

Their exclamation was not one of disbelief, but of sheer, unadulterated astonishment.

"It appears the dragons' scholarly nature remains. Since you both grasp the profound significance of a Divine Mantle, I shall not elaborate further," Orion stated with practiced ease. "Our discussion concludes for the present. I anticipate a lasting and mutually beneficial alliance between the Stoneheart Horde and the dragonkin."

With these parting words, Orion's projected image gradually dissipated from the throne. Pyraxis and Kassophyr did not attempt to detain him further, their haste toward the exit fueled by the urgent need to relay this critical news to their superiors.

Staghelm City, within the Silverwood Realm.

Within a Secure Pocket Dimension, carefully concealed inside the city lord's estate, the moon elf Isilra dwelled. This was a miniature domain meticulously constructed around the revered Moonwell.

Here, the ethereal glow of silver moonlight permeated the atmosphere like fine silk. The luminous water of the spring melded seamlessly with the ambient light, creating a crystalline dreamscape where the boundaries between liquid and illumination became indistinguishable.

"Mother, the child grows more substantial with each passing day," Isilra murmured. "I fear my body may soon be unable to withstand the sheer potency of his bloodline."

She extended a hand, drawing forth a measure of the thick, moon-infused water. Its purity was so profound, its cold so piercing, it verged on stinging her skin.

"The child's bloodline possesses an incomprehensible vitality. I cannot ascertain the catalyst for this mutation... yet, perhaps Orion possesses insight." The Demigod of the Moonwell materialized beside Isilra, her touch a gentle caress on her daughter's hair. The mention of Orion invariably brought a veil of quietude over Isilra.

"Perhaps I never should have sanctioned this union," the Demigod confessed with a sigh.

Isilra responded with a wry smile, shaking her head. "Do not utter such words, Mother. The decision was mine. As for Orion... alas."

Her underlying melancholy was palpable. Since the discovery of her pregnancy, Orion had not made an appearance, nor had he dispatched any communication. Suppressing her nascent sorrow, Isilra raised the frigid moon-water to her lips, seeking solace for her anxieties and the increasingly agitated life within her womb.

Abruptly, the very fabric of space distorted violently.

Both Isilra and the Demigod simultaneously looked upward as reality itself seemed to tear apart. This was a highly confidential Pocket Dimension. The only entities privy to its exact coordinates were the Demigod, Isilra, and Orion himself.

However, as the Dimensional Rift stabilized, the figure that emerged bore no resemblance to Orion.

The Demigod's brow furrowed as she observed the intruder. He was clad in a cloak of literal, blazing flames, a blood-red longsword sheathed at his hip, and he wielded a formidable scythe-spear. An overwhelming, putrid stench emanating from the Abyss assaulted the Demigod, causing her to recoil instinctively.

Yet, beneath that demonic miasma, the unmistakable, world-shattering aura of a Stoneheart Titan was discernible.

"Orion?" Isilra inquired softly.

Having shared life and slumber intimately with him, she immediately recognized her husband's soul, irrespective of the corporeal form it inhabited.

"It is I," Orion responded, his voice a deep, guttural rumble.

In a blur of motion, he was beside her. He placed a large, calloused hand upon her abdomen, sensing the agitated pulsations of the nascent bloodline within.

"The bloodline's concentration has attained a critical point," he stated with blunt finality. "Your current physical form cannot endure sustaining this child to term. Accompany me. I am relocating you."

Isilra remained motionless, her gaze fixed upon his disquieting, monstrous visage.

"Orion... is this an avatar you command?" the Demigod finally queried, piecing together the truth behind the grotesque physicality.

"Affirmative. It is a Death-Soul Fiend, originating from the Abyss," Orion confirmed.

A profound sigh of relief escaped the Demigod. For a heart-stopping moment, she had feared Orion's true form had been annihilated and subsequently inhabited.

"What transpired to you? And what precisely afflicts Isilra?" she pressed, her concern extending deeply to both of them.

"It is a lengthy account. My world suffered a cataclysm," Orion summarized, providing them with a concise overview of the violent upheaval and the subsequent evolution of the Titanion Realm.

"The Titanion Realm has now ascended to a higher plane, offering boundless opportunities," Orion informed the Demigod. "Remaining in this decaying world means you'll perish from old age before ever reaching the third stage of cultivation." This was not a mere suggestion but a stark, undeniable reality.

He then turned his attention back to Isilra. "Furthermore, Isilra cannot achieve demigod status swiftly in this environment due to the sparse ambient Qi. Without that advancement, she won't be able to sustain the baby, and the child's innate talents will not be forged correctly."

"I have established a new territory for you within the Titanion Realm. Your presence is not required on the front lines of my battles; you will remain in the rear, where you can still prove your value."

Orion's approach was strictly pragmatic. While he had sensed an anomaly within his unborn child and was driven to rectify it, a secondary objective underpinned his actions: the complete relocation of Staghelm City to the Titan Continent.

Considering the inherent benevolence of the Moon Elves and the miraculous restorative powers of the Moonwell, they would perfectly serve as the Horde's primary medical center. The ability to heal his wounded giants would significantly bolster his war efforts, thus harmonizing the interests of both the Horde and Staghelm.

Rising to his feet, Orion gazed at the ethereal Demigod hovering above the well, prepared to honor their ultimate decision.

"Your expression and your words suggest we don't truly have a choice," the Demigod remarked with a touch of irony. Despite this, no anger flickered within her. She could sense his genuine respect and his fierce, protective affection for Isilra.

"My sole desire is to ensure both of you flourish," Orion stated with heartfelt sincerity. He was eager for his family to be the very first to experience the prosperity of the Titanion Realm's ascension.

"Very well. I concur," the Demigod conceded. "However, Staghelm City is vast. Moving the entire population will present a monumental logistical challenge."

This was an undeniable obstacle. While a demigod could easily manipulate space for personal travel, stabilizing a Dimensional Rift of sufficient magnitude to transport an entire city was beyond the capabilities of any ordinary powerhouse.

"Do not concern yourself with the logistics," Orion replied dismissively. "I possess the means to anchor and tear open a portal directly from the Titanion Realm. Prepare your people. We shall depart in three days."