Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1521: The Eye of Destiny

"My lord..."

Gozanthia, the Triocul Vulpira, tried to plead, but Orion gave her no chance.

Orion’s four massive arms crushed inward, obliterating Gozanthia until nothing remained but a wisp of black smoke. The smoke condensed under the immense pressure, eventually forming a dark, eyeball-shaped crystal.

Orion studied it thoughtfully before turning to Sylvana. While she still stared in stunned silence, a sudden instinct guided his hand as he pressed the crystal directly into the center of her brow.

The moment the crystal embedded itself, it sprang to life. It seamlessly fused with Sylvana’s consciousness, immediately reshaping her very being. Moments later, a third eye manifested on her forehead—one she could control as naturally as the other two.

"Orion, what is this?"

No sooner had the words left her lips than a flood of knowledge poured from the third eye into her mind, revealing its secrets.

"The Eye of Destiny!"

It was the innate gift of the Triocul Vulpira—a divine eye meant for divination. It allowed its host to tap into the underlying laws of the world and peer into the secrets of others. And now, that extraordinary power belonged to Sylvana.

"Orion... you’ve given me something incredible."

Sylvana’s eyes shone brightly as she looked up at the man beside her, the man who kept her safe.

"This isn’t the place to talk. I’ll wait for you outside."

They were currently existing within Sylvana’s mindscape. Regardless of her absolute trust in him, a foreign consciousness lingering here for too long would inevitably damage her psyche. Madness and fractured minds were born from such psychic trauma.

"Alright."

With that, Orion’s projection rapidly dissolved, leaving Sylvana with a distinct sense of relief.

...

Outside, in the physical world of the citadel.

Orion and Sylvana opened their eyes almost simultaneously, both still seated upon the grand throne.

"Orion!"

"Love me! Fuck me hard with your cock!"

This was a far cry from the Sylvana he knew. Normally poised and elegant, she had suddenly become fiery, aggressive, and intoxicatingly seductive. She draped herself over him, crushing her lips against his and swallowing any questions he might have asked.

Passion ignited like a wildfire, consuming them entirely in a storm of primal lust.

Hours bled away until both Orion and Sylvana, thoroughly exhausted, fell into a deep slumber upon the throne. It could have been one day, or perhaps three. When Orion finally opened his eyes, he found Sylvana fully dressed, sitting quietly by his side as she waited for him to wake.

"So fiery, so insatiable... That wasn’t the Sylvana I know." Orion wrapped an arm around her, unable to resist teasing.

Sylvana stayed silent, a faint blush staining her cheeks as embarrassment over her wild abandon set in.

"Then again, you are a Vixen. Passionate, wild, and naturally seductive—I suppose it makes sense."

The more he spoke, the more flustered she became. It was a stark contrast to her usual refined demeanor.

"Are you feeling alright?" Knowing when to stop, Orion tactfully changed the subject. A little teasing built intimacy, but pushing too far ruined the mood.

"I’m fine. I’m just... not used to this yet." Sylvana reached up, her fingers lightly brushing the mysterious black markings on her forehead. The markings parted, revealing an inquisitive eye that darted around, taking in its surroundings. It was her eye now, though her lack of familiarity with it made its gaze seem curious and slightly apprehensive.

"It’s an incredible innate ability. I ripped it straight from that Triocul Vulpira." Orion looked at her seriously. "If anything goes wrong, or if you feel you can’t control it, tell me immediately. I can extract it for you."

Sylvana was his, and Orion would not risk her safety for anything.

"I will." She nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning comfortably against his chest. "This feels wonderful."

Holding him tight, she felt an overwhelming sense of security. To be protected by a powerful man she loved—it was something she had always desired. Now that she had it, she narrowed her fox-like eyes, basking in the sweet bliss of the moment.

"Orion... that insectoid egg from the auction house... It’s incubating the kind of person you’ve been searching for." Nestled safely in his arms, utterly content, she delivered the shocking piece of intel.

"The kind of person I’ve been searching for?" Orion blinked, momentarily caught off guard before realization dawned on him. There was only one kind of person he was looking for: an Awakened. "Did you see this in the Orb of Futures?"

He looked down, meeting her gaze to gauge the reliability of her words.

"Yes."

The Orb of Futures was Sylvana’s personal treasure. If she didn’t want to elaborate, he wouldn’t press her.

"Hahaha... It seems the Triocul Vulpira was right. Every future is a treasure trove." Orion let out a booming laugh, leaning down to kiss her.

"Her name was Gozanthia... mmph..."

"..."

The Abyssal World, Seventy-Seventh Layer.

Deep within the sprawling Crimson Tusk Mountains, an agonizing shriek echoed from a dark cavern. The sound was piercing and wretched, like tearing silk stretched to its absolute limit.

But the Triocul Vulpira Gozanthia’s suffering did not last long. When the screams finally faded, a completely naked Gozanthia rose from a steaming thermal pool.

"That damned giant. To think he dared to rip away a fraction of my eye’s power—and gift it to such a lowly creature!" Gozanthia snarled. "Unacceptable. I will take back what was stolen from me."

The third eye on her forehead was wide open. At a glance, it looked no different than usual. But upon closer inspection, a minuscule sliver was missing from the pupil. It seemed like a minor flaw, but Gozanthia knew the truth. That missing sliver was the core, the most vital essence of her power.

"A giant... and a Vixen... They must reside somewhere in the Abyssal World. I will hunt them down."

As she muttered her vow, an ornate black robe materialized, wrapping around her form. With precise, measured steps, she walked out of the cavern. She would issue bounties to her most powerful suitors. She wanted the head of that strange giant, and she wanted her stolen power returned.

...

Stoneheart City—now the most radiant jewel of the Titan Continent.

A weather-beaten cavalry detachment rode in, spearheaded by Raptor cavalry. No one dared block their path. At the center of the formation rolled an armored carriage, seamlessly blending into the heavily armed escort.

The streets were a sprawling grid of bustling activity. Rows of shops overflowed with patrons, merchants hawked their wares at the top of their lungs, exotic beasts let out piercing calls, and the faint, rhythmic chanting of prayers drifted outward from the inner keep.

This was the Stoneheart Horde. This was the world as witnessed by the broodmother, Melissa.

Inside the carriage, sunlight filtered through the slatted windows, illuminating Melissa’s face. It gave her skin an ethereal, almost eerie luminescence, granting her a strange and captivating beauty.

"My King... is this the Horde that birthed you?"