Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1382 The Wheel of Fate

The evening blurred by in a whirlwind of activity and feeling.

Orion awoke and gazed at her. The whole night had been shared between them. It turned into an unending session of closeness, delivering Sylvana surge upon surge of bliss.

Yet under that bodily delight, what she held onto tightest was the vow—the chance to behold light once more.

Orion stretched his hand forward, pressing the middle of her brow. A wave of Divine Power flowed across her, plunging her into a profound, trance-like sleep.

He inspected her with care. On the surface, Sylvana's eyes appeared flawless. No harm showed in the cornea or optic nerve.

Orion sank into contemplation. He held off from starting the removal right away. This went beyond a basic bodily issue; it stemmed from a curse tied to Fate.

Before, Orion lacked the grasp on Divine Power's principles to pinpoint why she lost her sight. He failed to grasp that her state resulted from a rebound—a steep toll for glimpsing destiny's hidden veil. Yet now, through his elevated sight, the reality stood clear. Dense, twisting forces clustered in her blind eyes, crafting the sturdy bonds of a curse.

A notion sparked within him. The Purification Tower located in Soraya City could serve as the solution to shatter this bind.

Without delay, he gathered Sylvana into his embrace. Orion summoned his Divine Power and ripped open a tear in the void, vanishing in a flash to Soraya City.

Soraya City, Valkorath Realm.

The city shone as a haven of peace and abundance.

Those relocated to dwell in the Valkorath Realm flourished. No calamities from nature struck, no hunger plagued them, and no pain tormented their days. Across the years, their numbers had grown at an astonishing rate. The fungal beings cultivated in the nearby oceans were seen by residents not as beasts, but as communal assets—something to gather, an advantage claimed by the mighty.

"Greetings, Great King," a duo of Scorpion Guards clicked, dipping deeply in respect as he materialized.

Orion gave a brief nod and marched straight for the pale tower far off.

The Purification Tower. Though not an enormous build, to the common folk, it ranked as a Holy Artifact. Drawing near, Orion spotted a mist of spiritual vibration adhering to the rock. This was Faith Energy, built up from the thanks and devotion of the myriad spirits purified inside its confines.

Orion bore Sylvana up to the tower's topmost room.

At the same time, on a far-off summit gazing over the domain.

Caelus halted his swing halfway. He kept his sword steady, his eyes turning to Soraya City.

Caelus's private pocket realm linked to the Valkorath Realm; no event unfolded without awareness from him—and his mentor, Commander Thresh.

"Your father is playing with fire again," Thresh remarked.

The Commander positioned himself at the cliff's brink, his back facing Caelus, oriented toward the city.

"Master, is Father in danger?" Caelus inquired, swiftly returning his blade to its sheath.

When Thresh described it as "playing with fire," the peril proved authentic. Caelus's worry surged quick and true.

"I said playing," Thresh answered, his tone laced with easy superiority. "Even if he suffers a scorch, given your father's present might, he could douse the blaze effortlessly and depart unscathed."

Thresh pivoted, peering at his disciple with barely hidden disdain. "What I'm getting at is you ought to emulate him. Grow bolder. Venture into what scares everyone else."

In the eyes of outsiders, Caelus shone as a genius, a skill unmatched. Yet to Thresh, Caelus remained a pupil riddled with shortcomings—chief among them, too much wariness.

"Master, I haven't even completely grasped the initial attack you showed me," Caelus protested, shaking his head. "I lack the guts to dash into the Abyss by myself."

He differed from his father. Orion dared greatly due to his immense power. Caelus planned no solo trip to the Abyss for the Death-Soul Trials without guidance. To him, stirring chaos waited until he honed his swordplay to perfection and rose to Arch Lord status.

Commander Thresh snorted, plainly disappointed by his student's careful nature.

Caelus stayed unruffled. He simply laughed lightly and picked up his training once more, cutting through the empty space with fresh intensity.

Soraya City, Purification Tower.

Orion sensed the watchful stares from the height. His entrance lacked any stealth. Still, he brushed it aside; it amounted to just a nod from those nearby.

He laid Sylvana upon the stone platform.

"If Fate counts as a law," Orion pondered aloud, staring at her, "then who set it down?"

While he delved into the curse twisting inside her eyes, a daring wonder seized him. Fate loomed deep, intricate, and fearsome. It quietly shaped each existence, tugging threads from the dark. Maybe even self-directed choices and liberty were just waves stirred by Fate's hidden pull.

Orion sensed himself shifting from fighter to thinker, teetering on discovery's edge.

"Show yourself," he murmured. "Reveal your real form."

He reached out his arm. Divine Power rushed forth, blending with the tower's refined essence. He laid his hand across Sylvana's eyes.

In a flash, an unseen power that Orion couldn't sense dropped into the space. A vast, ghostly disk formed around them, focused on Orion and Sylvana. Etched with endless moving symbols, it was the Wheel of Fate.

An unseen pointer, pivoting on Orion, started to rotate.

Under his touch, radiance burst out. It surpassed mere glow; it overwhelmed, a swirl of hues beyond words.

As the glare at last dimmed and Orion's sight returned, he stiffened.

He blinked, scanning the area. The tower had vanished. The platform had vanished.

He found himself in a spot both alien and eerily known.

"Kill them!"

A bellow resounded from afar—firm, brimming with savage hunger. It yanked Orion from his stupor.

Is that... Blademaster Grommash?

Orion honed in on the noise's origin. Recollections, deeply suppressed, flooded in. He expanded his awareness. Indeed, known shapes emerged in his inner view. Delilah, Onyx, Rockwell, Earthshaker, and Slagor. They clustered close, assaulting Grommash.

Orion recognized this moment. He had endured it before.

"So," he grumbled, assessing his inner force. Have I returned? Returned to the Civil War?

He gauged his strength. Legendary.

"Did you see it?"

Orion whipped around. Beside him loomed a huge, double-headed Ogre. It was Aldous.

Orion eyed the Ogre, an odd foresight sweeping through him. He anticipated the beast's upcoming words precisely.

"I want to blow a bubble," Orion stated, with a shrug.

Aldous's eyes bulged. "Ah... you like blowing bubbles too?"

Orion tilted back his head and burst into laughter. It rang out boisterous and baffling.

Thus felt the essence of prophecy? Foreknowing the tale before performers uttered their parts? It thrilled like strong wine.

"I'll share a secret," the Ogre confided in a hush. "I have a name. I am Aldous. We can be friends."

Be it the prior timeline unfolding anew, or Aldous warming to this odd man, the endearing Ogre launched into his self-reveal.

BOOM!

A blast ripped across the sky from nearby. Yet prior to Orion glancing that way, the query already stirred deep in his core.