Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1392: The Titan Descends

Emerald Dream Realm: Outside the Ruins of Emeric.

"In the name of my Father," Kaelen whispered into the dark earth. "Your child, Kaelen, offers this sacrifice!"

The ritual was crude, desperate, and driven by pure instinct. Yet, the response was immediate. A power—mighty and ancient—surged through the ley lines and slammed into Kaelen’s body.

"EMERIC! TODAY YOU DIE!"

WAAAGH!

The bellow that tore from Kaelen’s throat shook the heavens and cracked the earth.

From the depths of the crater, a phantom ascended. It was a colossal, blood-red avatar of a four-headed, eight-armed titan. It rose until it blotted out half the sky, casting a terrifying shadow over the battlefield.

"DIE!"

The phantom raised two of its massive hands, positioning them on either side of Emeric’s floating form.

Emeric froze. For the first time in centuries, true terror gripped his heart. He couldn’t move. An invisible force had locked him in place—a divine pressure that superseded the laws of space.

"This... this is impossible!" Emeric stammered, his spectral form flickering. "No... no... wait! We can—"

He never finished the sentence.

The phantom’s palms slammed together.

BANG!

It wasn’t just a physical impact; it was an annihilation of energy. Emeric’s Body of Faith—a construct of pure, concentrated belief—was crushed like a mosquito. In an instant, the Arch Lord dissolved into a cloud of ownerless, chaotic faith energy.

The blood-red phantom opened one of its four mouths and inhaled. A vortex formed, sucking every mote of Emeric’s essence down into Kaelen’s gullet.

"And you!"

Kaelen turned his gaze toward the perimeter. His eyes, burning with borrowed divinity, locked onto the Silver-Eyed King.

"Do you think I’m blind to your schemes? You want to pick the bones? Then die with him!"

Orthelius froze. He was the King. He was an Upper Arch Lord. But under the gaze of this titan, he felt like prey.

Before he could even process the threat, the phantom’s hands were already moving.

I can’t dodge!

Panic flared in Orthelius’s eyes. Now he understood Emeric’s final moments. The air around him had solidified. The space itself was conspiring to hold him in place.

"Kaelen! We have no quarrel!" Orthelius screamed, abandoning dignity. "We are not enemies!"

But Kaelen was beyond reason. The [Heart of the Titan] demanded blood.

"DIE!"

The palms closed.

Orthelius, King of the Silver-Eyed, was crushed into nothingness.

Silence fell over the battlefield, heavy and suffocating.

But Kaelen wasn’t done. The killing intent rolling off him was a physical weight. He turned his four heads toward the remaining two Arch Lords, Marielle and Darian, who were already fleeing in terror.

Four of the phantom’s arms extended, reaching out to swat them from the sky.

"Ancestor! Save us!"

Marielle, ancient and cunning, knew he couldn’t outrun a god’s wrath. In a gruesome act of devotion, he plunged his fingers into his own eye socket.

Squelch.

He ripped out his left eye and crushed it.

Blood sprayed, but it didn’t fall. It hovered, glowing with a terrifying light. A presence—mighty, ancient, and unmistakably Demigod—began to coalesce within the empty socket.

"Who dares slaughter my kin?"

A voice like grinding tectonic plates echoed across the plains. From the bloody mist, a humanoid phantom materialized. It was the Silver-Eyed Ancestor.

The Demigod looked at Kaelen with disdain. In his era, any mortal—regardless of power—would prostrate themselves before a Demigod. Negotiation was a privilege he granted, not a right.

"GO TO HELL!"

Kaelen’s answer was a sledgehammer of killing intent. He didn’t care about hierarchy. He didn’t care about Demigods. He only knew violence.

"Insolent cur. You court death."

The Ancestor’s phantom didn’t flinch at the sight of the blood-red titan. He could tell this wasn’t Orion himself; it was just a child swinging a sword too heavy for him.

The Ancestor took a single step forward.

His form dissolved into a brilliant, silver flame. The fire slammed into Kaelen, burning through the sacrificial energy like paper.

The blood-red phantom shattered.

Kaelen was thrown backward, his consciousness instantly blacking out from the psychic backlash. His body tumbled through the air like a ragdoll.

The Ancestor wasn’t satisfied. He stepped through space, teleporting directly behind the unconscious boy. He raised a hand, intent on crushing Kaelen’s skull.

"That is enough."

A calm voice resonated from within Kaelen’s body.

A sphere of golden Divine Power erupted from the boy’s blood, wrapping him in an impenetrable cocoon.

Usually, this was the signal to stop. When a Demigod sees another Demigod’s mark on a junior, professional courtesy dictates a ceasefire. You don’t kill the protégés of your peers unless you want total war.

But the Silver-Eyed Ancestor ignored the code. He had just sensed the death of his descendant, King Orthelius.

"A life for a life!"

He struck the golden barrier with full force, ignoring Orion’s warning.

"Why make this difficult?" Orion sighed. "It’s not like he’s permanently dead."

Orion hated wasting Faith Energy on remote projections, but he had no choice.

From Kaelen’s body, a new phantom emerged. This one was smaller than Kaelen’s dramatic blood-titan, but infinitely more dense. It was a four-headed, eight-armed avatar of pure authority.

Orion’s phantom threw a single punch.

There was no sound. Just erasure.

Half of the Silver-Eyed Ancestor’s phantom simply vanished, obliterated by the force of the blow.

Simultaneously, Orion unleashed his full Demigod pressure. It swept across the Chaos Continent like a hurricane, waking every sleeping power in the region.

Within three breaths, two more Demigod phantoms teleported onto the scene, flanking the Silver-Eyed Ancestor.

"Who are you?" one demanded, his voice wary. "Why are you in the Chaos Continent?"

The squabble between Kaelen and the Silver-Eyed Tribe was instantly forgotten. To these beings, the death of a few Arch Lords was a rounding error. What mattered was the intrusion.

The Chaos Continent was sealed. A barrier maintained by three Demigods kept outsiders out. Orion bypassing it wasn’t just trespassing; it was a military breach.

Orion glanced at the three shimmering avatars surrounding him. He could feel their tension, their readiness to escalate.

"Out of respect for Valthor, I will not bully you," Orion said calmly.

He looked at them, not with fear, but with a strange melancholic respect.

So these are the people Valthor sacrificed himself to protect, Orion thought. A bit jumpy, aren’t they?

Orion had immense respect for Valthor—the ancient deity who had martyred himself to bring light back to the Emerald Dream Realm. Now that Orion was a Demigod himself, the weight of that sacrifice felt even heavier. He couldn’t imagine giving up eternity for anyone.

"You knew Valthor?"

One of the newcomers, a figure wreathed in verdant light, lowered his guard slightly. But the circle remained tight.

"I was there when Valthor and Tusha destroyed each other," Orion said.

Silence. Absolute, dead silence.

Even the wind seemed to stop. Kaelen’s shallow breathing was the only sound in the crater.

It was a heavy admission. Back then, Orion would have taken that secret to his grave, fearing they would hunt him down for the Spring of Life.