Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1364 The Abyssal Showdown

Kraken shifted his gaze, a broad, radiant smirk stretching across his features. It was a grin packed with teeth and pure, unbridled spite.

God, this feels amazing.

This feels incredibly good.

There was no sensation quite like the adrenaline of being the underdog one second, only to pivot and curb-stomp the bully the next. The fact that this particular bully was the Witch—the betrayer of the Champions Alliance and his so-called "senior"—made this triumph taste like the finest ambrosia.

For years, Kraken had played second fiddle, skulking in the shadows while power players like the Witch looked down their noses at him. But today? Today, he had met their gaze head-on and watched them flinch.

A profound realization struck him in that instant. He possessed the potential to surpass them. With enough time, he wouldn't merely be a player in their game; he would be the one running the entire table.

"Are you ready to pay the price?" Kraken inquired, his tone velvet-smooth yet razor-sharp.

The Witch remained silent. Her eyes were locked on the waves, where the Cult's Demigod-level puppet was being ruthlessly torn apart by the Abyssal Dreadfin.

It established one undeniable truth: Orion was far more powerful than the Clown.

To Kraken, this was a proxy conflict. If Orion obliterated the Clown, it meant Kraken had effectively crushed the Witch.

"Hahaha!"

"Yes! Destroy him!"

"Traitorous filth!"

Deep within the palace walls, Leonidas was practically bouncing with excitement. The moment the warship’s hull had been breached to expose the Clown, Leonidas had recognized the turncoat immediately.

Witnessing the Abyssal Dreadfin pin the Clown down like a common insect was the absolute highlight of his year. He felt the urge to dive into the water and deliver a punch personally.

"Is it truly this effortless?" Orion whispered, observing the carnage through his mental link with the creature.

He hadn't even tapped into his maximum capacity. He had merely augmented the Dreadfin's innate gravitational powers to match the baseline of a First Step Demigod.

Despite that, the Clown was collapsing.

Am I actually this formidable?

Orion was aware of his strength, but he hadn't grasped that the chasm was this vast. He was suppressing a former member of the Champions Alliance without breaking a sweat.

ROAR!

The Dreadfin let out a thunderous cry, sensing the will of its master. Orion channeled a bit more divine energy through the connection.

The gravitational field surged in intensity.

The puppet body of the Clown began to fracture like delicate porcelain. Brilliant light bled from the cracks. Then, with a noise resembling shattering glass, the avatar dissolved into a cloud of sparkling dust.

"If this represents the pinnacle of what the Cult of Four can provide," the Dreadfin's voice resonated, deep and ancient, mirroring Orion's own words, "then Atlantis has no reason to bow."

The titanic beast submerged into the depths, disappearing as rapidly as it had arrived.

A heavy silence blanketed the bay.

"Envoy Nym'zarith," Kraken spoke softly, slicing through the tension. "As you can observe, my delay wasn't born of hesitation. It was rooted in caution."

"The Cult possesses strength, certainly. However, Atlantis is far from defenseless."

"Excuse my bluntness, but arriving with that level of power? It is insufficient. Quite frankly, it is an insult."

Orion had executed his role flawlessly. He had intimidated them without slaying the Witch, keeping the path for diplomacy open while simultaneously proving that Atlantis held the superior hand.

The destruction of the Clown's avatar was merely collateral damage—a stinging slap to the face that the Cult would be forced to endure.

"Safe travels, Envoy," Kraken remarked, turning his back on her. He strode away with a swagger that radiated pure arrogance.

The Witch stared at his retreating form. She noted the lightness in his step and the boundless pride emanating from him. She uttered nothing. She couldn't. She and the Clown had been completely humiliated.

She tore a teleportation scroll in two and vanished in a sudden burst of light.

Atlantis, Inner Sanctum

By the time Kraken wandered into the main hall, Leonidas was already busy pouring drinks.

"Hahaha! Squiddy, that exit was legendary!" Leonidas cheered, offering him a goblet. "You looked like a true king. Seriously, someone give this man an Oscar."

They toasted their success. Even though Leonidas hadn't struck a blow himself, seeing the Witch shamed provided enough satisfaction to last a lifetime.

"Hulk is on an entirely different level, though," Kraken confessed, taking a deep draft. "If I hadn't witnessed it personally, I wouldn't believe he was the same person."

The rush of victory began to fade, replaced by a familiar, bittersweet ache.

"Every dog has its day," Leonidas said, slamming a heavy hand onto Kraken's shoulder. "Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow you'll stumble upon an ancient relic and achieve a sudden breakthrough."

It was meant as comfort, but they were both aware of the reality.

Orion was surpassing them all. His rate of growth was terrifying, matching even their former Commander Thresh. It was daunting.

Why else was Alexander subjecting himself to the agony of Asura body refining? Why was Arthas putting his soul on the line to pursue the title of Lord of Hell? Why was Leonidas acting as a nanny for World Dragon eggs?

It was because Orion was setting a tempo that threatened to make them all obsolete.

The disparity in their foundations was immense. Those World Dragon eggs Orion had claimed early on had accelerated his growth in ways Kraken couldn't easily match.

"Don’t fret, Kraken," Orion said, lifting his glass. "Once we secure this ocean, I’m leading us to a brand-new battlefield."

He was already mapping out the invasion of Eldoria.

Orion was certain that the Titanion Realm was spiraling toward a disaster in the next few decades. The Stoneheart Horde would be occupied protecting their own territory.

If he intended to seize Aina's world, he would require an elite strike team.

"I'm going to need generals," Orion stated, looking toward his comrades. "You, Leo. Perhaps we can pull Makareth, Isabella, and Tangere into the fold. Hell, if Caesar and Aerin wish to join and scavenge some chaos, they are more than welcome."

"It's a deal."

Leonidas and Kraken traded a glance. Their eyes sparked with excitement. They understood the subtext. Orion wasn't just promising a war; he was providing a gateway to greater power.

"But first," Orion added, his features growing stern. "Regarding the Clown."

"Brother, his power... it wasn't what the reports suggested. He isn't merely a Pseudo-Deity."

The room fell into a hush.

Orion had demolished the avatar, yes. But he had felt the pushback. The concentration of divine energy within that puppet indicated that the Clown's true form was significantly more dangerous than the Witch's fragile, borrowed strength.

"He's the real deal."