Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1616 Prison of the Blind Eye

An Idol of the Archfiend, a manifestation created by the convergence of thirteen Demonic Pillars, stood as his adversary. Much like Caelus, this entity bore four heads and eight arms, its very form a disturbing mirror of his own. It was evident that the malevolent deities of The Lifeless Expanse had employed a sinister ritual to construct this warped imitation.

This replica didn't merely simulate his combat prowess; it had absorbed a fragment of his Stoneheart Titan bloodline. To make matters worse, this imitation was amplified by thirteen unique and arcane abilities drawn from the Demonic Pillars.

Imprisoned within the barrier, all four of Caelus's heads unleashed a unified roar. Waves of sound, potent enough to shatter souls, radiated outwards as he scoured the formation for any vulnerability. Regrettably, the colossal array presented an image of absolute perfection.

"Hehehe... Imagine, trapping a Giant Prince. Today, we shall immure you within the Demonic Pillars and forge you into the ultimate instrument of war." The Idol of the Archfiend's voice was a cacophony of thirteen discordant tones, overlapping in a chaotic chorus. It was a repulsive, jarring sound that instantly invoked feelings of sickness and profound dread.

"Imprison me? Come, try it." By contrast, Caelus's peculiar dual-toned voice lacked the same sonic force as the Idol's monstrous chorus. Yet, beneath his defiant words, a grim resolution settled upon his features.

He had awakened the very instant the Platinum Realm and the Titanion Realm converged. As the Giant Prince of the Stoneheart Horde, neither Orion nor Lilith had imposed any restrictions upon him, allowing him the freedom to carve his own destiny. Naturally, Caelus harbored a keen interest in the re-emerging Titanion Realm. With a nascent world forming within his own being, observing the dynamics of an Ascendant Plane was profoundly beneficial for his development.

Therefore, he departed The Platinum Citadel. His journey first led him to Leonidas at The Great Bastion of the East, after which he traversed the entire continent to reach The Bastion of the West. Upon his arrival, he encountered Dirtclaw engaged in a campaign against enemy infiltrators and elected to join him. He had certainly not anticipated being caught in such a deadly ambush, meticulously laid out by the enemy specifically for Dirtclaw.

Caelus unleashed his eight arms in a bewildering, rapid assault, lashing them out like ancient appendages to tear apart the surrounding reality and repel the encroaching corruption.

Not far from the fray, the Idol of the Archfiend coalesced, morphing into an ethereal Demonic Pillar that materialized directly overhead, poised above Caelus. Runic chains burst forth from this pillar, churning the void as they sought to ensnare his avenues of escape and suppress all surrounding elemental energies.

Concurrently, a deluge of black, space-eroding acid cascaded from the pillar's base, relentlessly plummeting towards him. The trap was irrevocably sprung. Time itself seemed to falter; it was a fatal, inescapable checkmate.

Weren't you supposed to be a badass?

Step up, then! Where's your magic barrier? Weren't you bragging about your absolute defense?

Talk is cheap! Talk your way out of this!

Do it, and I'll hand over full control of the body!

Even amidst the intensity of the conflict, Caelus's two distinct personalities engaged in an incessant mental altercation.

Screw you!

Bite me!

That's Chrono-Toxin! I haven't mastered spacetime magic yet. I can't block that! The personality responsible for his magic seethed with anger, unleashing a torrent of curses he'd directly learned from Commander Thresh.

Useless.

All talk and no bite, the dominant personality taunted, assuming control. His demeanor shifted, becoming chillingly cold. Watch closely. I'll demonstrate precisely why I am the one guiding this vessel.

ROAR!

Caelus bellowed, recklessly channeling the primordial power of his internal world. His Stoneheart Titan physique expanded dramatically, shattering spatial limitations as he underwent exponential growth. A terrifying giant, three hundred feet tall, now dominated the sky. Esoteric runes flickered across his skin, his venous structures swelling like coiling dragons. Caelus thrust a colossal hand forward, physically rending the void and the barrier before him.

This was not sorcery. This was the pure, unadulterated might of the Stoneheart Titan lineage, inherited directly from Orion. It was the dormant, primal power residing within his own blood. Caelus's sky-obscuring hand collided with the Demonic Pillar. The impact sent violent shockwaves through the structure, causing it to buckle and ultimately disintegrate spectacularly.

However, the ordeal was far from concluded.

The fractured remnants of the thirteen Demonic Pillars instantly reformed, coalescing back into a solid, tangible Idol of the Archfiend, radiating an even greater oppressive aura than before. The instant of its solidification was followed by the Idol liquefying into a gargantuan mass of noxious acid.

It was pure Chrono-Toxin. A venomous agent against which most powerhouses would stand no chance. A guaranteed lethal outcome.

And at this moment, Caelus was equally incapable of withstanding it.

Mere moments prior, as his massive hand brushed against the Chrono-Toxin, his skin had vanished instantaneously. Had he not retracted his limb with haste, he would have surely lost the entire arm.

Can't block it, huh?

Thought you were the badass!

Now who's all talk? The magically inclined persona shot back, seizing the moment to boast.

Who said I couldn't block it?

When have I ever bluffed?

As the two minds bickered, the wave of Chrono-Toxin surged forth, enveloping the three-hundred-foot giant in a toxic haze.

Watch closely. This is the power of the Stoneheart Titan bloodline!

ROAR!

It wasn't Caelus roaring. It was a cry echoing from Orion himself—a manifestation of pure bloodline and universal law. A colossal, divine Giant's Eye abruptly opened in the void, its gaze sweeping across the battlefield and fixing upon every entity present.

Thump!

A heartbeat.

The Giant's Eye lingered for merely a fraction of a second—the exact duration of a single heartbeat. Following that beat, the world descended back into absolute silence.

The thirteen Demonic Pillars and the thirteen Arch Lords anchoring them had vanished without a trace.

Only Caelus remained in the void, his form rapidly shrinking back to its natural size.

Caelus gasped for air. Of his four heads, one was contorted in sheer agony. It pained him because one of its eyes was rendered completely blind, now serving as a fleshy containment for a swirling mass of dark smoke.

"Chrono-Toxin... is that the best you've got?!"

Caelus erupted into maniacal laughter. Battles such as this sent a surge of pure adrenaline coursing through his veins. He reveled in the exhilaration of dancing on the precipice of life and death.

Stop laughing!

Dirtclaw and the allies are still trapped within the outer Demonic Pillar barrier. Break free before Dirtclaw worries himself to death. The magical persona snapped at his almost-psychotic counterpart. The thrill of combat was intoxicating, yet they had not lost their senses.

Worried?

You drastically underestimate Dirtclaw.

With his blind devotion to our father, he isn't stressing about our safety for even a second.

In his mind, no matter how powerful Father is, a Giant Prince must be precisely as invincible.

As our teacher always said: Zealots are the absolute worst!