Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1403: Demigod’s Heir

Before Orion could ask a single question, Seraphina was already moving. She coiled around him, pressing her body against his, demanding kisses and affection with a desperate, happy urgency.

Orion wrapped his massive arms around her, pulling her close.

"This... this is a genuine surprise," he murmured, his hand stroking the smooth, cool skin of her back. It felt almost dreamlike.

In the past, his other women had tried everything—potions, rituals, timing—to conceive his heir. Yet here was Seraphina, a Demigod, who had succeeded after just two nights of unbridled passion.

It was a testament to the difference in their very being. As a Demigod herself, Seraphina’s constitution was on a different tier. Her existence was closer to his own, making the creation of life far more compatible.

It was a rare alignment of fate. Female Demigods were scarce to begin with. Most had ascended over long lifetimes, bearing children with various partners along the way before reaching godhood. A being like Seraphina—who had reached the pinnacle of power before experiencing her first love—was a singularity. A flower that had bloomed only at the summit of the world.

"It’s a surprise for me too," she whispered against his neck. "To think... the great and holy Seraphina is going to be a mother."

"Heh."

She laughed, and Orion joined her—a carefree, joyful sound that filled the room.

"But... how long will it take for the little one to be born?"

The laughter faded into a comfortable silence. Seraphina lay across Orion’s stomach, her hand resting protectively over her womb, trying to sense the tiny spark of life within.

"How long is a typical gestation for the Mermaid Race?" Orion asked. He was already wondering when Zeural—the name he had privately chosen—would enter the world.

"For a common mermaid, anywhere from ten to thirty years," she replied lazily. "For the Royal bloodline, it can take up to a century." She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering. "But you and I? We are Demigods. It will surely take centuries."

"How many, though?"

"I don’t know," she pouted, her voice taking on a childish, coquettish whine. "It’s my first time, isn’t it?"

She snuggled deeper into his embrace. The contrast was intoxicating to Orion—she was a Demigod, a revered Saint, a mature and intelligent woman, yet in his arms, she could be as playful and innocent as a child.

This dynamic set Seraphina apart from his other lovers. She was his equal. There was no power imbalance, no transactional need for protection or status. They stood at the same peak, wanting nothing from each other but companionship. Their connection was a harmony of body, mind, and soul.

They weren’t just a husband and wife braving the storms; they were lovers whose hearts beat in sync.

"By the way," Seraphina said, shifting topics as her emotional cup filled. "On the way back, Evander sent me a telepathic message. He says that before the otherworld descends, the humans on this continent will migrate."

"He knows how to show respect," Orion said, immediately grasping the Human Demigod’s intent.

Evander was doing more than just consolidating his forces. He was effectively handing the Utessar Continent to Orion on a silver platter. It was a face-saving maneuver that allowed Humanity to withdraw with dignity while laying the groundwork for a solid alliance with the Stoneheart Horde.

"Giggle... the Evander I know only respects strength," Seraphina mused. "Naturally, my man commands that respect."

She was pleased. She controlled the Silvercurrent Sea and the Trident regions; Orion now effectively controlled the adjacent Utessar Continent. Their territories were becoming a massive, contiguous empire.

"My King," she teased, rolling over to prop her chin on his chest, her large eyes blinking curiously. "When will we rename Utessar to the Titan Continent?"

"No rush," Orion replied calmly. "When the two worlds merge, it won’t just be the laws of physics that change. Mountains will shift, rivers will reroute, and the geography itself will fracture and reform. Once the dust settles and the world is whole, then we will redraw the maps and name our dominion."

He spoke softly, but the words carried the weight of a ruler who viewed the world as a board he had already conquered. Seraphina adored that quiet, overwhelming confidence. She lowered her head, claiming his lips once more.

"One more thing," she whispered between kisses. "The Dragon Demigod. Tyras. He and his kind are outsiders. We don’t know them. Keep your guard up."

"Don’t worry," Orion said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "It’s just two lizards. If they try anything in the shadows... I’ll kill them."

Before his woman, he allowed himself a moment of arrogance.

He had the power to back it up.

The South, City of Blessings.

The Blood Elf Race had never produced a true Archlord in their history, yet they had stood firm in the fertile southern lands of the Utessar Continent for eons.

Their survival relied entirely on the entity towering before them: the Guardian Tree. Standing over three hundred feet tall, the ancient sentient plant anchored a fragmented pocket dimension. This separate space was their ultimate fail-safe. Even if an enemy army breached their city walls, the Blood Elves could retreat into the void, beyond reach.

But today, the atmosphere beneath the boughs was heavy.

Elf King Rommath and Grand Elder Lireesa stood in the shade of the great tree, their faces grim, burdened with heavy hearts. Only the soothing, verdant light filtering through the leaves offered them any solace.

"The laws of the world are shifting," a deep, resonant voice vibrated from the trunk of the tree. "From the perspective of natural evolution, this is not a bad thing. In the future that is coming... I will inevitably ascend to become an Archlord."

The Guardian Tree sounded confident, even eager. As the world’s rules loosened, its pocket dimension was strengthening. It could feel the threshold of divinity drawing closer.

"Guardian," Grand Elder Lireesa said, her voice ancient and raspy, yet sounding like a child’s compared to the timeless timber she addressed. "The situation facing the Blood Elves... it has never been more dire."

"Indeed, Guardian," King Rommath added, bowing low. "We are forced to make a choice."

The leaves rustled in confusion. "Lireesa, Rommath... has something happened in the outside world?"

To the Guardian Tree, the influx of insectoids in their territory was a nuisance, mere pests that could not threaten their rule. Yet the leaders of the Elves looked as if they were facing extinction.

"Guardian," Rommath said, his voice trembling slightly. "We have just received intelligence from the Human Kingdom. Within ten years, the entire human race will initiate a mass exodus. They are abandoning this continent."

He paused, letting the words hang in the air.

"We confirmed it personally with King Harold. He was absolute."

Rommath had dropped a boulder into a still pond. The entire pocket dimension seemed to fall silent.

Even the Guardian Tree went still. It understood, far better than Rommath or Lireesa, exactly what a power vacuum of that magnitude meant.