Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1385: The Visitor from the Void

The following morning, Lilith sauntered into Orion’s great hall, her presence drawing a flicker of curiosity from the man on the throne.

"It’s rare to see you with this much free time," Orion mused. He pulled her into his lap, letting her settle against him. They locked eyes, the air between them thick with unspoken intimacy. "Let me guess. If you’re seeking me out this early, it must involve the little ones."

Lilith gave a sultry smile, leaning into his touch. She practically purred as his large hand traced the curve of her waist down to her thigh, igniting the embers of desire she always carried for him.

"Is there progress on the marriage alliance between Kronos and Pallas?" Orion asked, confident in his deduction.

To his surprise, Lilith shook her head.

"Then it’s about Elara?"

Aside from the two younglings, Elara was the only other ward still under Orion’s direct protection.

"Mmhmm."

Lilith leaned forward, sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs. Her movements were practiced, fluid, and laced with intent. She made it clear that while she had news, business could wait. Orion, never one to turn down such an enthusiastic offering, sat back and gave her a heavy-lidded nod of permission.

What followed was a blur of raw, carnal instinct. The hall echoed with the sounds of their union—a violent, passionate collision of energy that only a Giant and a Succubus could sustain. It was a release of tension, a battle of stamina where neither held back, the sheer intensity of it leaving the air charged with static.

A long while later, Lilith lay curled in Orion’s arms, the afterglow fading into a comfortable silence. Only then did she bring up the intelligence regarding Elara.

"A traveler from the void—an Otherworldly visitor—has arrived at the Silent Goblet. His target is Elara." Lilith traced a pattern on Orion’s chest. "Intel suggests he’s a mage. He was seen drinking with Cloudsong; they seemed thick as thieves."

She paused, her expression growing serious. "So far, they haven’t shown any hostility toward Elara or the Stoneheart Horde. But I thought you should know."

When it came to Elara, Lilith didn’t take chances. As a World-Spirit, Elara was a prize, and anyone with half a brain knew her value.

Orion didn’t respond immediately. He narrowed his eyes, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. He expanded his senses, his perception sweeping outward like a radar until it locked onto the Silent Goblet—specifically, the girl listening to stories on the second floor.

The Silent Goblet. Second floor.

This area was reserved exclusively for those at the Alpha-level. Elara preferred it there; it offered a respite from the chaotic din of the main hall on the first floor. It wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t a zoo, either.

At that moment, the resident bard, Cloudsong, was weaving a tale about a bizarre dimension. In Cloudsong’s vivid narrative, this was a world of drifters where everyone possessed a dragon mount. But the hook that had grabbed Elara’s attention wasn’t the dragons themselves—it was the species.

They weren’t the majestic drakes of legend. They were Giant Snail-Dragons. Massive gastropods with shells as big as houses, topped with fierce, reptilian heads.

Just as Elara drifted through the clouds atop a slimy, shell-backed leviathan, a voice shattered her daydream.

"Do you mind if I join you? My name is Rhazuun. I hail from the Order of the Dandelion."

Elara tore her gaze away from the bard and tilted her head, scrutinizing the man standing a few feet away. She didn’t say a word. Rhazuun didn’t press; he just stood there, waiting with the patience of a statue.

"Taken," Elara finally said, rejecting him flatly.

"Your Highness, the Order of the Dandelion is an ancient organization spanning multiple realities. We merely wish to—"

"You’re annoying."

Elara didn’t wait for his pitch. She stood up and headed straight for the stairs leading to the third floor.

The third floor was restricted to the Legendary level.

Rhazuun stared at her retreating back for a second, calculated the risks, and followed her up.

"Your Highness, please, we harbor no ill will. I simply wish to extend an invitation..."

He cornered her again in a quiet nook on the third floor, attempting to restart his spiel. Elara didn’t even look at him. She stood up again and marched toward the next staircase.

The fourth floor. The domain of Arch Lords.

The Silent Goblet operated on a strict hierarchy: one floor, one tier of power. Rhazuun knew the rules. When he saw Elara casually ascend the stairs to the fourth level, the calm mask he wore finally cracked. His eyes widened in genuine shock.

The eldest daughter of the Stoneheart Horde was an Arch Lord?

Is that even possible?

Rhazuun wasn’t the only one floored. A few scattered guests on the third floor—esteemed patrons with serious reputations—had been watching the scene unfold. Their expressions of mild amusement instantly morphed into disbelief.

"Did she just walk up to the fourth floor?"

"An Arch Lord? Her?"

"No way. She looks like a child."

"I’ve always said the Stoneheart Horde was sandbagging. They’re the deepest faction on the board."

Whispers erupted among the locals and inter-dimensional travelers alike. Regardless of their origins, the mental note was the same: Message home immediately. Do not, under any circumstances, mess with the Stoneheart Horde or the Giant King’s daughter.

The fourth floor of the Silent Goblet was dead silent. It was empty.

Entities with Arch Lord power usually didn’t have time to lounge around taverns. They were typically off conquering the Godforsaken Land or carving out new territories in the void.

Elara let out a sigh of relief. Finally, peace and quiet.

Then, the soft thud of boots on wood came from the stairwell.

Elara’s large eyes sparked with interest. She fixed her gaze on the entrance. A moment later, Rhazuun emerged, stepping onto the floorboards of the fourth level.

Watching him walk toward her, Elara’s annoyance faded. She raised a hand and signaled a succubus server.

"Two Goblin Fizzes. Extra cold."

The server, a high-level succubus assigned exclusively to the VIP floor, bowed low and quickly returned with two frothing tankards of the specialty beverage.

"Mage," Elara said, gesturing to the seat opposite her. "Your persistence is annoying, but your strength is legitimate. I’m interested now."

She pushed a tankard toward him. "This fizz is rare. Consider it a treat."

Rhazuun took the seat, still reeling slightly. "Your Highness... you continue to surprise me. Who could have predicted the Stoneheart heir was an Arch Lord? I’d wager fewer than five people on this continent know the truth."

Elara shrugged, sipping her drink. To her, power wasn’t a flex; it was just a byproduct. Since her awakening, Orion and Edward had been force-feeding her World Essence like it was candy. Combined with the Stoneheart Titan bloodline she’d inherited, it would have been more shocking if she wasn’t strong. In fact, among her siblings, only Caelus could probably give her a decent spar.

"You said you’re from another world?" Elara asked, cutting through his flattery. She enjoyed being looked up to, but she had zero patience for ass-kissing.

"I am, Your Highness."

Rhazuun was quick on the uptake. Realizing his standard diplomatic approach wouldn’t work, he switched tactics. He decided to answer her questions directly, hoping to bait the hook that way.

"So," Elara leaned in, her eyes shining with childish curiosity. "Are the Snail-Dragons real?"

"Uh..."

Rhazuun choked. The meticulously prepared speech about inter-dimensional alliances stuck in his throat, killed instantly by a giant snail.