Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1344 Price of Legacy

A faint resonance, a low-frequency hum vibrating through the atmosphere, was sensed by Orion. Wisps of Faith Energy were migrating across the continent from the human realms and the Blood Elf territories, all gravitating toward his position.

"Orion," a gentle voice interrupted his focus. "I can sense it radiating from you. It feels like... a state of absolute purity."

The evening was a hazy blur of twilight. Lilith stood on the highest balcony of the castle citadel, leaning against the cold stone railing. Her thin, translucent gown offered little concealment of her figure, permitting the night air to brush against her skin.

Stepping up behind her, Orion circled his massive arms around her waist.

"You have progressed," he whispered, resting his chin near her temple. "You are now able to perceive the movement of Faith Energy."

Her ability to detect it wasn't solely due to the energy's refinement; it served as a testament to her own relentless Cultivation.

"I am merely fortunate, my love." Lilith remained facing away, leaning back to melt into his frame while deeply breathing in his scent. It was a fragrance that made her lightheaded—the aroma of primal power and ancient earth.

Orion stayed quiet, well aware of the reality.

The disparity in their strength was an abyss that grew wider with every passing day, exerting a heavy, suffocating pressure upon her. To those outside, Lilith was viewed as the lucky one—the beauty who had secured a rising god. However, they were blind to the truth. The women in Orion’s life existed in a state of beautiful torment, straining their souls and bodies to the limit just to remain within the reach of his shadow.

"I am who I am," Orion rumbled, the sound vibrating in his chest. "And you are my wife. That was the truth yesterday, it remains true today, and it shall be true a millennium from now."

He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.

Carrying the title of the Giant King’s consort was a heavy burden. With the arrival of Isilra and Seraphina—beings who paired exquisite beauty with terrifying, high-tier strength—the hidden hierarchy of the harem had shifted. Such pressure would have shattered a lesser woman.

Lilith turned within his embrace, her eyes glistening with a blend of longing and vulnerability. "Honey... I wish for another child."

A bashful flush crept onto her cheeks, yet her eyes remained firm. If she could not equal him in combat prowess, she would secure her place through a bloodline. This was her plan. Having reached the peak of the Legend rank, she believed her body was finally robust enough to carry his seed once more.

Orion gazed at her, a trace of sorrow in his expression. She did not comprehend the change.

Since his breakthrough to Demigod status, his very biology had undergone a fundamental transformation. Unless a woman possessed a physical constitution that bordered on the divine, the chance of conception was almost nonexistent.

Only Seraphina can handle it, Orion thought somberly. Her physiology is the only one strong enough to bear my heir without being destroyed.

"Very well," Orion replied softly.

He lacked the heart to extinguish her hopes. Though the chances were nearly impossible, he would not refuse her the attempt.

Orion lifted Lilith into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.

Lilith was far from passive. As a high succubus, her physical form was both her primary weapon and her greatest pride. With a thought, the remains of her dress vanished, replaced instantly by a magical construct: a harness of translucent lace and oiled black leather that accentuated her curves and pushed her breasts upward.

"Love me," she breathed, her voice carrying a low, melodic vibration.

The night that followed was a tempest of primal force. It was the collision of a Giant and a Succubus, a symphony of massive scale and magical stamina. Lilith pushed herself to the limit, her body straining to contain the overwhelming essence of a Demigod. Her goal wasn't merely pleasure; she sought to be filled, praying for his divine power to take root within her.

It was a night defined by tenderness, fury, and desperate hope. Lilith pleaded with him not to restrain himself, and Orion, honoring her determination, gave her exactly what she desired.

The following morning, they were awakened not by the dawn, but by a disturbance outside their chamber.

It was Elara and Pallas.

Pallas, who was nearing adulthood, understood the meaning of a barred door. Having heard muffled noises the previous night that made his ears burn, he was extremely hesitant to bother his parents.

Elara, on the other hand, ignored such social etiquette.

For Elara, nothing mattered more than Orion’s return. She had a list of desires she wanted fulfilled. She had pulled Pallas along to serve as a shield, reasoning that it was much harder to scold two adorable children than one.

Creak.

The heavy oak doors parted. Orion and Lilith emerged, fully attired and appearing revitalized.

"Daddy! I missed you so much!"

Orion chuckled as Elara scrambled up his leg to perch on his shoulder. He reached up, affectionately ruffling the girl's hair.

He then turned his attention to Pallas. The boy was shifting from foot to foot, looking uncomfortable. Though he had returned to his smaller form, his mind was becoming more mature. He could no longer manage the easy, effortless affection that Elara displayed.

"Hah! Why are you so timid, son?"

Orion reached out with a massive hand, gripping Pallas by the back of his clothes and hoisting him onto his other shoulder.

Currently, Pallas appeared as a normal youth. The terrifying combat form with eight arms and four heads was kept suppressed deep inside him.

"Let’s go," Orion declared. "We are going for a walk through Stoneheart."

"Yay!" Elara shouted happily.

"Yes, Father," Pallas added, relaxing a bit.

Stoneheart City was a masterpiece of chaos. It lacked the structured architecture found in human lands, opting instead for a sprawling, organic tapestry of different styles. Streets were lined with shops operated by a dozen various races, and the moving crowd was a kaleidoscope of exotic features and strange fashions.

From the misty morning until the sun reached its zenith, and then until the lanterns flickered to life at dusk, Orion carried his children across the city.

He moved under a thick veil of stealth. To the busy throngs of people, he was a ghost, completely invisible. Aside from a few moments where Elara pointed out street food she wanted, Orion didn't engage with anyone.

By the time stars began to dot the sky, they made their way back to the castle. Lilith was waiting at the gates accompanied by her maids.

"He’s all yours," Orion said, passing a drowsy Pallas to his mother.

Lilith smiled as she took the boy. Orion kept Elara on his shoulder and headed toward the main hall, moving toward the massive throne that had once served as his bed.

He took a seat on the throne, placing Elara on the wide stone armrest—a special privilege that even Pallas had never received.

"Elara," Orion said, his voice turning from lighthearted to grave. "There is something you wish to ask me, isn't there?"

Elara stood up on the armrest, her eyes gleaming. "Daddy, I want to be just like my little brother."

"I want the eight arms and the four heads!"

As she spoke, she cast a spell. Illusions began to dance around her. Six chubby, spectral white arms grew from her back. Three heads started to manifest on her shoulders. She struck a pose, imitating the battle stances and mudras she had seen Pallas perform.

"I have the look," she said, puffing out her chest, "but I'm missing the vibe!"

Truly, the fact that she could replicate the Titan form with such accuracy proved she had been observing Pallas with obsessive focus.

Orion gave a brief critique of her spellcasting form before scooping her up into his palms to hold her at eye level.

"The [Four-Headed, Eight-Armed Avatar] is the authentic combat manifestation of the Stoneheart Titan bloodline," Orion stated seriously. "Is this truly what you desire?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I really want it!" She nodded her head vigorously.

"The process involves excruciating pain. It requires the body to be broken and rebuilt. Do you still want it?"

"I'm not scared of pain!" Elara cried out.

To Elara, pain was not a deterrent; it was simply another sensation. To her, anything possessed by intelligent beings was merely something to be acquired and enjoyed. Fear was a concept she had yet to truly learn.

Orion went silent. He looked into her eyes—pure, innocent, and terrifyingly ambitious.

"Elara," he finally said. "Wait here for a moment."