Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1296 The Roots of Chaos

Commander Thresh possessed a keen vision; Orion’s grand ambitions were laid bare before him.

Yet, even the Commander failed to realize the true scale of those designs. Orion wasn't merely constructing a planar world—he was carving out a personal abyss. His goal was to ascend as a Titan far surpassing any predecessor.

"You still have a long path to walk before you can match your father," Thresh remarked, his voice as coarse as shifting gravel.

"Every gain he is about to seize was paid for in blood. It is the manifestation of his iron will." His expression turned stern. "As for you? You are nothing more than raw ore that has yet to face the furnace."

He noticed Caelus’s focus beginning to wander.

"Stop daydreaming," Thresh barked, though a hint of gruff fondness lingered in his tone. "Get back to your Cultivation and training. Swing that sword until your muscles fail you."

Silverwood Realm. Staghelm City.

While Orion drifted in his slumber within the Void, Isilra, the Moon Elf, lived undisturbed by the external turmoil.

Her authority within the Stoneheart Horde was absolute. Aside from her partner, Orion, she answered to no soul—not even Lilith. If Isilra desired to remain secluded within Staghelm City, it was her right to do so.

"Mother," she murmured softly, "do you believe the child will be a creature of moonlight, as I am?"

She rested by the Moonwell, her feet bare and her silk garments fluttering in a soft draft that mirrored a cool autumn dusk—tranquil, refreshing, and far removed from the burning heat of conflict. One hand supported her chin while the other gently touched the slight curve of her stomach, sensing the delicate heartbeat within.

"He will," the voice answered. "You are a being of elemental life. You are the moonlight itself."

In truth, even the Demigod of the Moonwell harbored uncertainty.

Isilra was a Moon Elf, yet her husband was a Titan. Would their offspring be an Elf? A Giant? Or perhaps a hybrid of both?

This was the solitary concern Isilra permitted herself to dwell upon lately.

Suddenly, a tremor rippled through her. The unborn child kicked—restless and full of energy. It wasn't a sensation of pain, but rather a resonance. A reaction triggered by the bloodline.

Though Isilra couldn't identify the source, her instincts whispered that this was a positive omen.

"Mother, I truly wish he would hurry and join us," Isilra said, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

There was a time when she never envisioned herself carrying the child of a giant. Now, the longing was a sweet ache within her soul.

"Have patience, little one," the Demigod chuckled. A spectral figure materialized next to Isilra, looking toward her womb with ancient, knowing eyes. "You are a singular elemental existence. Your child will be a true anomaly. Judging by my perceptions... this young one will not see the sun for decades. Perhaps even a century."

To the Demigod and Isilra alike, this child represented the entire future of Staghelm City.

Neither held any interest in the Stoneheart Horde’s thirst for expansion. They sought neither land nor wealth, knowing well that such limitless greed was the fastest route to a corrupted soul.

This child would be born into abundance. He wouldn't need to struggle for a legacy; he was the legacy personified. Their only prayer was that he would eventually become a Demigod, a protector of this holy sanctuary.

"Is there any word of him?" Isilra inquired, her mind drifting toward Orion.

"None," the Demigod replied. "The Stoneheart Horde is equally lost. His avatar was last recorded moving toward the southern oceans."

The mere mention of Orion caused a faint blush to warm Isilra’s skin.

Since that first night they spent together, from the moment their forms merged and he claimed her, the giant had become the center of her universe. The initial strangeness of their physical differences had melted away in the warmth of their bond. Now, she felt only a deep, spiritual tether. He was her family.

"I have faith in him," Isilra breathed, caressing her belly.

She could sense Orion's presence within the child’s bloodline. The steady pulse assured her he was alive, he was safe, and he would eventually return.

"The Champions Alliance is once again conspiring against the Cult of Four," the Demigod sighed. Her voice was heavy with sorrow for the lives destined to be extinguished within the Silverwood Realm.

She found the violence senseless. The Cult of Four had already retreated from the mainland. Why pursue them? Why not focus on restoration?

However, the Demigod failed to realize the intensity of the hatred. To the Champions Alliance, this was no longer a war over land. It was a mission to eradicate traitors—a total execution.

"Orion informed me that the coming events are a private blood feud between the Alliance and the Cult," Isilra said, attempting to comfort her mother. "We have no reason to interfere. Staghelm City lacks a navy regardless. We won't be pulled into the depths of the sea."

She reached into the well, her hand disturbing the surface. The water shimmered with a pale silver glow, lighting up the sacred grove.

"Orion has chosen a name," Isilra mentioned suddenly, hoping to dispel the somber mood. "He wishes to call him Lorian."

The name successfully drew her mother away from thoughts of battle.

Staghelm City remained safely outside the reach of the conflict. Orion had entrusted her with a single task: to bring their child into the world, healthy and resilient. Here, beside the Moonwell, in the most serene place she knew, she would fulfill that promise.

Valkorath Realm. Primordial Void.

After consuming vast quantities of chaos gas and life essence, Orion’s seed finally cracked open.

Two delicate, vibrant green leaves spread out into the dark expanse.

This process bore no resemblance to Caelus’s evolution.

Caelus had been artificially accelerated, forced upward by the Spring of Life, the Abyssal Springhead, and various World Fragments. He had begun with a fading World Tree sapling—a shortcut that bypassed the vital struggles of Foundation Establishment. Because of this, Caelus existed as a parasite, tethered to the Valkorath Realm to maintain his life.

Orion was a different case entirely. His development was painstakingly slow, representing a genuine creation born from the void.

Once he reached maturity and established his world, he would be entirely self-sufficient. No hosts, no parasitic ties.

He drifted in a state of pure nothingness. There was only the infinite Void.

Yet, within that chaotic grey storm, a lone seed had anchored itself. Its roots tore through the very fabric of the vacuum, absorbing the chaotic Qi that should have obliterated it.

The sprout appeared tiny and fragile against the backdrop of the infinite, but it remained steadfast, swaying amidst the violent tides of creation and defying the chaos with its two emerald leaves.