Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1679: Mother of All Spiders

In the northern reaches of the continent lay Blackstone City. Mist clung to the spires rising above its weathered stone walls. In the central plaza, citizens knelt in prayer beside a clear spring flowing from a stone monument. To Lorelia, the city seemed remarkably peaceful. It sprawled like a resting behemoth, quietly consuming the resources and faith of the entire northern territory.

Wait... wasn’t I fighting at The Bastion Wall?

How did I get back to Blackstone City?

Lorelia blinked in confusion. Despite her innocent appearance, a deep, guarded wariness flickered in her wide eyes.

She turned toward her spider lair. There was no mistake—this was Blackstone City, her home.

Master, did you bring me back?

Uncertainty gnawed at her. She reached out through her bond to call Orion, but met only silence. As panic began to set in, boundless World Essence surged from the surroundings and flooded into her body. Lorelia let out a muffled groan and instantly collapsed into a deep slumber.

In her dreams, she found herself back in Blackstone City—but it had changed. Thick spiderwebs draped over every structure. A colossal lair floated above the city like a magnificent nebula, anchoring itself to the streets below with massive silken threads. Down in the city, giants rode cave spiders. They wore armor stitched with silk and crossed bridges woven from webbing. The entire city had become a spider’s paradise.

Inside the Horde Hall, Lorelia lounged with Orion on her left and Lilith on her right. Tiny spiders of every color scuttled across the floor.

No, Master doesn’t look fierce enough like this, she mused. He needs armor forged from spider silk and bone spikes.

At her whim, Orion’s attire instantly shifted, forming the exact armor she had imagined.

What next? she wondered. Help Master conquer the continent? No, the Titan continent is already his. I can’t overthrow him just to conquer it again. No... I’ll take Master to conquer other worlds! Yes! Infinite armies... swarm them all...

In the dreamscape, she unleashed an endless tide of cave spiders. They surged from the depths, crossed the void, shattered The Realm Barrier, and conquered world after world. Only when Orion, Lilith, and Lorelia finally forged their Divine Vessels amidst an ocean of faith and ascended to godhood before their countless subjects did Lorelia feel satisfied. Content, she drifted into a deeper, dreamless sleep.

...

Meanwhile, in the waking world, while Orion remained trapped within Abyssal Demon·Decay’s memories, a massive vortex tore open beneath Blackstone City in the northern Titan continent. It swallowed the entire city whole, erasing it from the landscape.

It reappeared in an Ascendant Plane—The Mirage Void.

When Lorelia finally woke, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Starlight pierced the darkness, illuminating a vast sea of clouds and the entirety of Blackstone City resting beneath it. Bathed in the gentle starlight, the city’s inhabitants slept peacefully.

Atop the peak behind Moonshadow Valley, a brilliant sphere of light descended from the unknown. As the glare faded, Lorelia watched the roots of the World Tree awaken. They bored deep into the bedrock before erupting violently through the stone.

The massive roots coiled like dragons. With every twist, countless arcane runes flared to life across their surface. As the runes pulsed, the encroaching darkness surrounding Blackstone City was pushed back. A World Tree sapling sprouted, feeding on the darkness itself. Its branches and leaves expanded at a visible rate, unfurling toward the sky.

To her shock, a massive yield of fruit grew alongside the branches. They ripened instantly, yet clung tightly to the boughs.

In the central plaza, an unseen, overwhelming force seized the Slaughter Tyrant. The faith guardian was dragged beneath the World Tree, where its massive frame split into four distinct, shrunken figures.

Before Lorelia could even gasp, a tidal wave of World Essence flooded into them. The four guardians swelled rapidly, gorging on the energy. Within moments, Lorelia watched in stunned silence as all four advanced, breaking through to become demigod experts. They marched to the four corners of the tree and turned back to stone, taking up their posts as the World Tree’s eternal sentries.

"Master, help! The faith guardians have rebelled!" Lorelia cried out, snapping back to reality.

The miracle unfolding before her felt like an illusion. Yet, as a dream weaver, she knew better than anyone—this was no dream. It was reality.

What is happening?

Where am I?

Is this even Blackstone City anymore?

Where is Mistress? Where is Master? What about Archelder?

Questions raced through her mind. She desperately called out to Orion, but the silence remained unbroken.

As she pleaded for an answer, the World Tree shifted again. Its thick bark cracked open, revealing glowing golden veins beneath the surface. The veins pulsed like flowing water before seeping droplets of amber resin. The resin pooled and stretched, rapidly crystallizing into translucent, root-like tendrils. These crystalline tendrils slithered outward, ultimately anchoring themselves to the defense towers lining the city walls.

The special towers Orion had painstakingly constructed underwent a dramatic transformation. As the roots embedded into them, their stone structures shot dozens of feet higher into the air. Golden veins mirroring the World Tree spread across the parapets, vastly amplifying their aura and destructive power.

"We’re doomed. Even the towers have turned on us!" Lorelia wailed in despair. Deep down, she felt that Blackstone City no longer belonged to Orion, nor to her.

But the miracles weren’t over.

As if answering a silent call, the ripened fruit on the World Tree snapped from their branches and drifted toward the battlements. The moment they struck the stone, they detonated. From the shattered husks emerged towering Stoneheart Titans, each radiating the raw power of the world.

Stoneheart Titans? Lorelia squinted. No... these are different from Master’s. Did he do all this?

She was completely lost. A few breaths later, the fruit stopped falling, leaving the walls lined with a new army of Stoneheart Titan guards.

Suddenly, a massive root burst from the ground beneath Lorelia, wrapping tightly around her before dragging her screaming into the depths.

Down in the dark beneath Blackstone City, the roots of the World Tree wove themselves into an unimaginable, colossal spider lair—one overflowing with endless resources. Through her innate senses, Lorelia realized the truth: she was the master of this lair. She was the queen. She was the future Mother of All Spiders.

Master... did you drag me into a dream?

It was a bitter irony. As a master dream weaver, Lorelia found herself utterly convinced that someone else had trapped her in an unimaginable illusion.