Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1599: City from the Sky

The Titan Continent, Stoneheart City.

Glowing Aether-sprites coiled around the magical lamps hanging from the eaves. Outside the brightly lit Silent Goblet, the streets bustled with a ceaseless flow of foot traffic.

The moment the bard Cloudsong pushed open the heavy wooden doors, the familiar scent of aged ale and cheap succubus perfume hit him.

"Ah, just like old times," he murmured.

Inside the tavern, a crisp, melodic lute tune drifted through the air. Succubus barmaids spun in a hypnotic dance. Masked by a subtle illusion spell, the room shimmered with spectral golden butterflies and vibrant phoenixes—a perfect, intoxicating dreamscape.

Cloudsong flashed his VIP token at the bar, retrieved his half-empty flask of vintage spirits, and headed straight for the third floor.

The third floor was strictly reserved for those at the Legendary level. It offered a better view of the floor below and far more... attentive service.

"My old friend, apologies for the wait," Cloudsong said. He scanned the room, offered a slight bow, and made his way to Grand Magus Rhazuun’s table.

Sitting down, Cloudsong immediately topped off Rhazuun’s empty goblet.

"Having survived the death of the world, I suppose we truly are old friends now," the bard said.

Rhazuun stared blankly into the amber liquid, completely distracted. The Grand Magus looked like a man carrying the weight of the sky. In truth, most of the tavern’s patrons shared his demeanor. Waking up from the apocalyptic collapse and subsequent reboot of the Titanion Realm left everyone with a lingering sense of unreality. Though, beneath the shock, there was an overwhelming relief at simply being alive.

"You once told me this place would be the center of many grand tales," Cloudsong said.

The bard was comparatively calm. He felt honored to have witnessed a world’s death and rebirth firsthand. It was a goldmine. The coming days on the Titan Continent promised countless miracles and historical epics for him to chronicle.

"Stories are stories. Cataclysms are cataclysms," Rhazuun muttered. "Do you not grasp that we just lived through the apocalypse? The greatest epic is worthless if there’s no one left alive to tell it! I would gladly trade the memory of that ’story’ to have never experienced it. It was terrifying."

Four separate realms crashing into the Titanion Realm. It was a nightmare Rhazuun couldn’t have imagined in his darkest fever dreams. Furthermore, when the world unraveled, the stronger one was, the more acutely they felt the crushing terror of total annihilation. For an Arch Lord like Rhazuun, the apocalypse was infinitely more horrifying than it was for a mere bard.

"My friend, we are alive." Cloudsong tapped his goblet against Rhazuun’s, offering a comforting smile. The past was no longer a threat; it was just a memory.

"You don’t understand," Rhazuun hissed. "The Titan Continent is too big now. It’s endless. It makes a man feel utterly insignificant. Men of our standing shouldn’t feel this small."

Rhazuun raised the goblet with trembling hands and downed the vintage liquor. The liquid fire seemed to steady his nerves.

"You haven’t heard the news, have you, Cloudsong? Yesterday, a massive city practically overflowing with magical elements tore through space and crashed onto the Titan Continent. The spatial shockwaves were horrifying. I saw it... The city was guarded by a legion of ancient treants... and the projection of a demigod loomed over it."

The arrival of a demigod fundamentally shifted the balance of power. An Arch Lord was no longer the apex predator on the Titan Continent. By extension, Rhazuun’s personal status was no longer enough to negotiate on equal footing with the Stoneheart Horde. His faction, the Order of the Dandelion, would have to completely restructure their diplomatic approach toward the Horde.

"The world has changed, yes. But in many ways, it hasn’t," Cloudsong said gently. "Look around. This tavern is still the same tavern. Stoneheart City is still Stoneheart City. It’s still a melting pot of races, a paradise for adventurers. And you and I? We haven’t changed much either, have we?"

Cloudsong refilled his cup. This time, Rhazuun looked considerably calmer.

"We haven’t changed. But the Stoneheart Horde has. Everyone here has changed!" Rhazuun downed his second cup in one gulp, his composure finally returning.

He wasn’t talking about personality; he was talking about sheer power. Rhazuun could clearly sense it. The bloodline warriors of the Horde had grown exponentially stronger. Spontaneous elemental surges erupted across the city periodically—a phenomenon that only occurred when child prodigies with immense innate talent were born. He knew it in his bones. The Titan Continent was on the precipice of an unprecedented golden age.

"Has there been any word from the Princess your Order invested in?" Having talked his friend off the ledge, Cloudsong cut to the chase. Getting insider intel was the real reason he came to the Silent Goblet.

"Her Highness isn’t on the Titan Continent. She’s stranded in another realm, managing her own territory," Rhazuun shook his head with a bitter smile. "The world’s collapse happened too fast. It severed all teleportation routes. She couldn’t come back even if she wanted to."

In terms of intel, Rhazuun was no better off than the bard. He only knew what was publicly visible.

"Why don’t we go check out the massive city that fell from the sky yesterday?" Cloudsong suggested. "Don’t tell me you forgot which direction it went?"

"..."

The bard’s proposal made Rhazuun pause. Then, it clicked. If there were no valuable secrets left in Stoneheart City, they needed to investigate the new arrival. Someone in that city had to have answers, or they never would have dared to blindly tear their way into the Titan Continent.

The far eastern edge of the continent, The Endless Bastion.

This was the massive, natural blockade Orion had forged by commanding the world’s very foundations to arch upward into a colossal spine. The Bastion Wall physically severed the land bridge connecting the Titan Continent to The Swarming Continent. It was the final, insurmountable hurdle against any Swarm invasion. If an army somehow breached The Endless Bastion, there would be no natural defenses left to stop them from marching straight into the heartland.

At this moment, two figures stood shoulder-to-shoulder atop The Bastion Wall.

"The dragon’s spine splits the clouds, a thousand leagues of stone. The western wind bites the banners, and autumn sings its moan..."

Staring out over the endless horizon, the biting wind had inspired Leonidas. The big brute had wracked his brain for minutes, only to awkwardly spit out two lines of poetry that were all scenery and zero emotional depth.

"Tsk, tsk... Brother, I reckon the combat power of that Death-Soul Fiend avatar of yours is no joke," Leonidas said, abandoning the poetry. He sighed theatrically. "The new generation really does eclipse the old. Leaves us veterans choking in the dust!"