Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1505: Anchor of the Void

The Terminus of Eldoria.

To call it a location was almost a misnomer. It was the absolute limit of existence, the point where all things concluded and began anew. It was the cage of the Zeythan Dreadfin Race, and the anchor of the great seal itself.

"Now this is god-tier work," Leonidas rumbled, craning his neck. "Way above my pay grade. I couldn’t build a seal this magnificent if you gave me a thousand years."

He wasn’t exaggerating. The structure before the three brothers defied expectation.

There were no towering magical formations spinning in the sky, no suffocating density of elemental particles. What stood before Orion was simply a temple. The Temple of the Terminus.

Inside, there were no idols to worship, no altars, no furniture, and no attendants. It was a hall of opulent emptiness, luxurious yet desolate.

"A place like this isn’t left vacant by accident," Kraken murmured, his eyes darting nervously. "Three Demigods ruled these waters. Why didn’t they claim this sanctuary?"

Kraken moved with practiced caution, scanning the perimeter for any sign of a lurking Zeythan Dreadfin.

"It is strange," Orion agreed.

Though the temple housed no gods, a single throne sat at the highest point of the central dais. The entire architecture of the hall seemed to flow toward that solitary seat. clearly, the throne was the key.

"Hey, Squiddy," Leonidas grinned, nudging Kraken. "That avatar of yours is expendable. Why don’t you go park your ass on that throne and see what happens?"

Kraken didn’t hesitate, nor did he argue. He simply walked toward the dais.

He knew the dynamic of this brotherhood. Orion and Leonidas didn’t keep him around because he was a powerhouse; they were pulling him up the ladder. But Kraken also knew that power wasn’t a charity. There was no such thing as a free lunch. When he was needed, he couldn’t refuse or retreat.

Even if Leonidas was joking, or if the throne was a death trap, Kraken would sit. Sacrificing a tentacle avatar to clear the path for the main body was a price he was willing to pay.

Orion watched in silence, analyzing the geometry of the hall.

"Holy hell!"

The moment Kraken’s weight settled on the stone, he launched himself into the air as if the seat were made of red-hot iron.

"It’s a nightmare in there!" Kraken gasped, his avatar trembling. "Monsters. Everywhere. And every single one of them is an anomaly!"

He wasn’t injured, but as he scrambled away, the visions faded from his eyes.

"Move over," Leonidas grunted, shoving the sweating Kraken aside. "Let the big boys see what’s what."

Leonidas dropped onto the throne. He didn’t scream. His expression shifted from casual curiosity to a heavy, granite frown. Deep lines of worry etched themselves into his forehead.

A quarter of an hour later, Leonidas stood up, his face grim. He nodded to Orion.

Orion approached with a stoic expression. This was the sealing ground; if the three local Demigods hadn’t been obliterated by it, he doubted it would kill him.

Under the watchful eyes of his brothers, Orion slowly sat down.

The instant he made contact, reality inverted.

The opulent temple dissolved. The world around him vanished, replaced by a dim, gray expanse—a sunless void.

Surrounding him were colossal beasts, mountain-sized monstrosities with eyes that burned like dying stars. They stared directly at him.

Every single aura in this void was at least Legend rank. Among the masses, several radiated the terrifying pressure of Archlords. And far in the distance, obscured by the gloom, lurked entities of such incomprehensible power they could only be Demigods.

The Zeythan Dreadfin Race.

Orion realized he was projecting into the shadow side of the World of Eldoria—a Void Realm where light never touched.

The pressure was suffocating. The malice in their gazes was tangible, a physical weight. It felt like being dropped naked into a pit of starving wolves. No wonder Kraken had panicked within seconds.

"So that’s how it works," Orion whispered, ignoring the myriad eyes fixed upon him. He expanded his senses.

He was the linchpin.

Orion was currently existing as a two-dimensional point on a wall. On his front facing lay the Zeythan Dreadfin and the Void. On his back lay the Temple of the Terminus and the material world.

To maintain the seal, a Demigod had to sit here, channeling Divine Power into the barrier to push back the encroaching void and prevent the Dreadfin from tearing through reality.

It was a design of brutal genius.

Back in the temple, Orion opened his eyes but didn’t rise.

"Well, brother?" Leonidas asked. He wasn’t asking about the monsters; he was asking if they had a solution.

The weakest of the Dreadfin in the void were Legends. If that swarm breached the seal, the catastrophic war would destroy everything they had worked to conquer. Their new pasture would be reduced to ash.

"How did they ascend?" Kraken asked, wiping sweat from his brow. He hadn’t reached Demigod status yet, so the mechanics eluded him. "They don’t have territory. They don’t have faith."

Territory and faith were manifestations of worldly laws. But the Void behind the World of Eldoria had no mountains, no rivers, no mana, no stars.

"The Source," Orion explained calmly. "The primordial power of that realm didn’t evolve into a world. It evolved entirely into the Zeythan Dreadfin."

That was why they needed no worshippers. They fed directly on the raw, chaotic code of the universe—a power far more primal than processed faith energy.

"The throne is a stabilizer," Orion continued. "It’s a spatial anchor connecting the World of Eldoria to the Void."

Leonidas nodded, unsurprised, while Kraken looked like he’d just had an epiphany.

"It’s stable for now," Orion said. "We have three years before the barrier degrades enough to be a problem."

The tension in the room evaporated. Three years was a lifetime in politics and war. It gave them ample time to prepare.

"Brother," Orion said, looking at Leonidas. "I need you to handle this place. If standard methods don’t secure it, we’ll petition the Deputy Commander for aid."

"Hah! Consider it done," Leonidas laughed, his voice booming.

He knew Orion. If his brother was delegating the task, it meant there was a viable solution.

"But until we secure a permanent fix, you need to hold the line here," Orion added seriously. "We can’t risk enemies stumbling upon this place and sabotaging the seal."

The Temple of the Terminus was a powder keg. Without a Demigod sitting on the lid, Orion couldn’t rest easy. He couldn’t stay himself—he had a hunt to finish. He needed to drive the three local sea Demigods out of the region personally.

"Kraken," Orion commanded, turning to the squid-man. "Return to the Westreach Trench. Mobilize our conquest legions. Sweep the ocean floor and round up every sea-kin abandoned by their fleeing gods."

"Prioritize surrender over slaughter," Orion emphasized, his eyes cold but pragmatic. "This ocean is vast. We need subjects to graze the fields. We need the living to offer us faith."

Orion laid out the strategy. It was time for the three brothers to operate as a machine. Clear division of labor, absolute trust, and ruthless execution. That was how they would win.