Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1375 Praying

The Demigods paid scant attention to which ram guided the flock. They preferred to remain neutral, observing as the beasts clashed their heads until death claimed them.

Kaelen's misfortune lay in residing within that very enclosure.

"Mother, I must depart. This chance is the one I've awaited."

Atop the lofty battlements of Gossamer Reach, Sophia remained at her son's side, hearing the gale rage against the rocks. After the Dark Butterfly clan captured this fortress, Kaelen formed a routine of lingering here, gazing toward the distant skyline.

Sophia recognized that expression. It belonged to a soul whose dreams overflowed the confines of his birthplace.

The issue boiled down to this: Kaelen had not ascended to Arch Lord status.

From the moment they claimed the Reach, Sophia served as the force restraining him. It wasn't a lack of desire for growth in her—or their kind. Being a Broodmother, the urge to seize additional lands and assets pulsed through her very essence. No one craved it more than she did.

Yet fear bound her tightly.

Arch Lords swarmed the Chaos Continent, with the unreachable Demigods towering over all. Sophia dreaded that releasing Kaelen from restraint would mean her son never came back. Thus, she quelled her urges and stifled his, compelling them to stay hidden.

Yet the more she restrained, the fiercer his resistance grew.

His determination hummed in the atmosphere now, akin to an approaching tempest.

"The Silver-Eyed Clan has devoured the remnants of Emeric's domain," Kaelen declared, pivoting toward her. His gaze blazed with resolve mixed with entreaty. "They've trapped him in his den. Escape is no longer an option for him."

His fingers clenched the stone barrier, turning pale at the joints. "Mother, my presence is required. Emeric's end must come from my strike."

His tone rang like forged metal.

At that instant, comprehension dawned on Sophia. Arch Lord Emeric transcended mere foe; he lodged like a thorn in Kaelen's psyche. Victory alone wouldn't suffice for Kaelen; he had to extract that thorn personally.

Sophia missed this earlier due to her distinct worldview. She lingered at Legend rank's summit. In her eyes, an Arch Lord posed an innate hunter—best evaded, not pursued. Facing Emeric's menace, she chose endurance, concealment in Phoenix Butterfly Ridge, and pleas for endurance.

Kaelen differed profoundly. Stoneheart Titan blood coursed through him. Notions of inferiority found no place in his nature. Youthful vigor fueled him, along with the bold defiance that let one challenge divinities with a sword.

Emeric's demise had fueled his purpose since comprehending the peril. With strength now in grasp, no barrier—not even his mother—could halt him.

Without slaying Emeric, tranquility would elude him forever.

"I'm sorry," Sophia murmured, her words laden with remorse.

Kaelen's eyes widened in astonishment.

"My fear has restrained you," she confessed. "The Dark Butterfly race... our numbers are few. We failed to bolster your drive, so I burdened you solely with our endurance."

"Mother, no need." Kaelen's stance eased. "I choose this path. Under my vanguard, our race shall ascend. That's my vow."

Noting the regret etched on her features, a wave of futility struck Kaelen. All his efforts aimed at her freedom from concealment. This encompassed ending the Arch Lord whose dread confined her for endless seasons.

"I vow to you, I'll return," Kaelen assured softly, his tone a soothing balm. "My power suffices now. Self-preservation lies within my grasp."

Sophia regarded him intently for an extended while. At last, she breathed out, shedding the strain amassed over ages.

"Depart," she urged. "I'll remain here, anticipating your homecoming."

Her hand seized his limb. "Simply return to me. Nothing more I seek."

A radiant grin lit Kaelen's visage.

...

After three days, Kaelen commanded a team of supreme butterfly-assassins—experts in concealment and guile—beyond Gossamer Reach's portals, vanishing into the untamed expanse.

Solitary on the elevated barrier, Sophia fixed her gaze on his disappearance point.

She held a petite figurine in her grasp. It portrayed a being with four heads and eight limbs—the Stoneheart Titan.

"Orion... I implore you," she breathed shakily. "Safeguard Kaelen. Ensure all proceeds without hitch. Kindly deliver our child back unharmed."

"Orion, please..."

The plea echoed from her lips repeatedly, her grip on the relic whitening her digits. Religion had never defined her, yet devotion claimed her now.

Kaelen himself sculpted this likeness, drawing from lineage echoes in his veins. Truly, in complete shift, Kaelen mirrored his sire closely. For seasons, Sophia beheld the carving and envisioned her offspring.

Today, however, it evoked the Giant King.

To the heritage she appealed, yearning for the Titan's might to guard her offspring against worldly savagery.

Titanion Realm, Stoneheart City

Seated upon his seat of power, Orion seemed lost in slumber.

Exhaustion evaded him. Reflection occupied him. Among Demigods, "sleep" frequently meant a meditative phase transforming wild Faith essence into pure Divine Power. It resembled plunging awareness into an endless sea of static, refining it to potency.

Abruptly, Orion's lids flew wide.

His arm extended, fingers seizing nothingness. From the unseen faith sea, he drew forth one precise thread.

In his hand, the force gathered, shaping a misty, see-through vision. Though indistinct, Orion identified the form without delay.

"Sophia?"

A scowl creased his brow while viewing the apparition of the lady beseeching atop the walls.

"What prompts her pleas for Kaelen?"

Perplexity gripped Orion. Kaelen bore his immediate lineage. Mortal peril for the youth would trigger blood's alarm. The link would rupture or weaken, permitting bloodline descent for aid.

However, his awareness confirmed Kaelen's well-being. Vitality flared vividly and constant.

Still, Sophia beseeched with a parent's frenzy, convinced of her son's doomward stride.

"This feels amiss," Orion grumbled.

His eyes shut once more, yet not for faith's depths. Instead, his mind probed profoundly into the lineage tie, extending over emptiness to locate his heir.