Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1598: Titan’s Heir

There were only two options: fall in line, or face exile.

Banishing the dragons would have been impossible for Orion in the past. Now, it just required a single thought.

"Respected Giant King, your terms are..." Pyraxis Bloodflame bowed, attempting to stall. He needed to return to the dragon roost. He figured the elders would want to send a much stronger wyrm to negotiate a better deal with Orion.

"You don’t need to give me an answer today," Orion interrupted. "Go back to your roost. Tell those old fossils that the Titanion Realm has evolved into an Ascendant Plane. Tell them that soon, it will be able to condense a Divine Mantle. They’ll know what choice to make."

Pyraxis and Kassophyr gasped in unison.

"A Divine Mantle?!"

It wasn’t a question of doubt; it was absolute, raw shock.

"It seems the dragons are as scholarly as ever. Since you both know the weight of a Divine Mantle, I won’t waste breath explaining it," Orion said smoothly. "We’re done here for today. I look forward to a long and prosperous friendship between the Stoneheart Horde and the dragonkin."

With those parting words, Orion’s projection slowly faded from the throne. Pyraxis and Kassophyr didn’t try to stall him further. They were already rushing for the exit, desperate to deliver the news to their superiors.

Staghelm City, Silverwood Realm.

The moon elf Isilra resided within a Pocket Dimension tucked away safely inside the city lord’s manor—a microscopic realm built entirely around the sacred Moonwell.

Here, silver moonlight draped the air like silk. The light and the glowing spring waters intertwined in a crystalline dreamscape, making it impossible to tell where the liquid ended and the illumination began.

"Mother, the child grows heavier by the day," Isilra whispered. "I don’t think my body can handle the sheer power of his bloodline much longer."

She reached out, scooping up a handful of viscous moon-water. It was so pure and freezing cold it almost stung her skin.

"The child’s bloodline is incomprehensibly potent. I don’t know what triggered this mutation... but perhaps Orion does." The Demigod of the Moonwell materialized beside Isilra, gently stroking her daughter’s hair. Isilra always grew quiet whenever Orion was mentioned.

"Perhaps I never should have agreed to this marriage," the Demigod sighed.

Isilra shook her head with a bitter smile. "Don’t say that, Mother. It was my choice. As for Orion... sigh."

She couldn’t hide her melancholy. Ever since she discovered she was pregnant, Orion hadn’t visited. He hadn’t even sent a message. Suppressing her sorrow, Isilra brought the freezing moon-water to her lips, hoping it would soothe her nerves and the increasingly restless child in her womb.

Suddenly, the fabric of space rippled violently.

Both Isilra and the Demigod looked up as reality was torn wide open. This was a highly classified Pocket Dimension. The only ones who knew its coordinates were the Demigod, Isilra, and Orion.

Yet, when the Dimensional Rift stabilized, the man who stepped through didn’t look like Orion at all.

The Demigod furrowed her brow at the intruder. He wore a cloak of literal roaring flames, carried a blood-red longsword at his waist, and gripped a massive scythe-spear. The Demigod instantly recoiled from the nauseating, rotting stench of the Abyss clinging to him.

But beneath that demonic filth lay the unmistakable, earth-shattering aura of a Stoneheart Titan.

"Orion?" Isilra asked softly.

Having lived and slept beside the man, she recognized her husband’s soul immediately, regardless of the flesh he wore.

"It’s me," Orion rumbled in a deep, gravelly voice.

In a flash, he was at her side. He placed a large, calloused hand on her belly, feeling the violent thumping of the bloodline within.

"The bloodline density has reached a critical threshold," he said bluntly. "Your current body won’t survive carrying this child to term. Come with me. I’m moving you."

Isilra didn’t move. She just stared at his strange, demonic face.

"Orion... is this your avatar?" the Demigod finally asked, deducing the truth behind the monstrous body.

"Yes. It’s a Death-Soul Fiend from the Abyss," Orion confirmed.

The Demigod let out a massive sigh of relief. For a terrifying second, she had thought Orion’s true body had been destroyed and possessed.

"What happened to you? And what exactly is wrong with Isilra?" she fired off, deeply concerned for both of them.

"It’s a long story. My world underwent a cataclysm." Orion gave them a brief rundown of the violent reboot and the Titanion Realm’s evolution.

"The Titanion Realm is now an Ascendant Plane. It offers infinite possibilities," Orion told the Demigod. "If you stay here in this dying realm, you’ll die of old age before you ever break through the third stage." It wasn’t a suggestion; it was a cold, hard fact.

He turned back to Isilra. "And Isilra can’t advance to a demigod quickly enough in this environment either. The ambient energy is too weak. If she doesn’t advance, she can’t sustain the baby, and the kid won’t be able to properly forge its innate talents."

"I’ve carved out a new territory for you in the Titanion Realm. I don’t need you on the front lines fighting for me. You’ll stay in the rear. You can prove your worth there."

Orion was being entirely pragmatic. He had felt the anomaly in his unborn child and came to fix it, but he also had a secondary motive: he wanted to relocate all of Staghelm City to the Titan Continent.

Given the inherently benevolent nature of the Moon Elves and the miraculous healing properties of the Moonwell, they would serve perfectly as the Horde’s premier medical hub. Healing his wounded giants would be a massive contribution to his war effort, perfectly aligning the interests of both the Horde and Staghelm.

Orion stood up, looking at the ethereal Demigod hovering over the well. He would respect their ultimate decision.

"Your gaze and your tone tell me we don’t really have a choice," the Demigod noted wryly. Yet, she wasn’t angry. She could feel his genuine respect for her, and his fierce, protective love for Isilra.

"I just want to ensure you both thrive," Orion said earnestly. He wanted his family to be the very first to reap the rewards of the Titanion Realm’s ascension.

"Alright. I agree," the Demigod relented. "But Staghelm City is massive. Relocating the entire populace will be a logistical nightmare."

It was an obvious hurdle. Tearing space for personal travel was easy for a demigod, but stabilizing a Dimensional Rift large enough to march a whole city through was impossible for any normal powerhouse.

"Don’t worry about the logistics," Orion said dismissively. "I can anchor and tear a portal directly from the Titanion Realm. Get your people ready. We move in 3 days."