Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1385 The Visitor from the Void

The next morning, Lilith strolled into Orion's grand hall, her arrival sparking a spark of interest in the throne's occupant.

"It's unusual for you to have so much spare time," Orion remarked thoughtfully. He drew her onto his lap, allowing her to nestle close. Their gazes met, the space between them heavy with unvoiced closeness. "Let me venture a guess. If you're approaching me at this hour, it has to concern the young ones."

Lilith offered a seductive grin, pressing into his caress. She nearly purred when his massive hand glided along her waist to her thigh, stirring the flames of longing she forever harbored for him.

"Any advancements in the marriage pact between Kronos and Pallas?" Orion inquired, sure of his assumption.

Much to his astonishment, Lilith denied it with a shake of her head.

"So it's regarding Elara?"

Besides the pair of youngsters, Elara remained the sole other charge under Orion's personal safeguard.

"Mmhmm."

Lilith shifted ahead, slipping from his lap to position herself on her knees between his thighs. Her actions flowed with ease and purpose. She signaled plainly that though she carried information, matters of pleasure could precede business. Orion, always eager to accept such fervent advances, reclined and granted her a nod with eyes half-closed in approval.

What ensued was a whirlwind of primal, lustful fervor. The hall resounded with the echoes of their coupling—a fierce, heated clash of forces that only a Giant and a Succubus could endure. It served as a venting of stress, an endurance contest where both unleashed fully, the raw power of it infusing the atmosphere with electric tension.

Quite some time passed before Lilith nestled in Orion's embrace, the warmth of satisfaction easing into a serene quiet. It was only then that she shared the details about Elara.

"A wanderer from the void—a being from another realm—has shown up at the Silent Goblet. His aim is Elara." Lilith drew a design on Orion's chest. "Reports indicate he's a mage. He was observed sharing drinks with Cloudsong; they appeared quite chummy."

She hesitated, her face turning grave. "Up to now, they haven't displayed any aggression toward Elara or the Stoneheart Horde. Still, I figured you'd want to hear this."

Regarding Elara, Lilith left nothing to chance. As a World-Spirit, Elara represented a treasure, and any sensible person recognized her worth.

Orion held off on replying right away. He squinted, a contemplative scowl forming on his forehead. He stretched out his awareness, his detection spreading like a scan until it pinpointed the Silent Goblet—more precisely, the young woman absorbing tales on the second level.

The Silent Goblet. Second floor.

This section was set aside solely for Alpha-level individuals. Elara favored it for the break it provided from the rowdy clamor downstairs on the first floor. It held a few occupants, but it wasn't overrun like a madhouse.

Right then, the local storyteller, Cloudsong, was spinning a yarn about an odd realm. In Cloudsong's colorful account, this place featured nomads where all rode dragon companions. Yet the element that captivated Elara wasn't merely the dragons—it was their kind.

These weren't the noble wyrms from myths. They were Giant Snail-Dragons. Enormous mollusks sporting shells the size of dwellings, crowned with savage, lizard-like heads.

Even as Elara soared amid the skies on a mucous-covered, armored behemoth, a voice broke her reverie.

"Do you mind if I join you? My name is Rhazuun. I hail from the Order of the Dandelion."

Elara pulled her eyes from the storyteller and cocked her head, eyeing the figure positioned several paces distant. She offered no response. Rhazuun held back; he simply remained there, enduring with the stillness of stone.

"Taken," Elara stated bluntly, turning him down.

"Your Highness, the Order of the Dandelion is an ancient organization spanning multiple realities. We merely wish to—"

"You're annoying."

Elara skipped his sales talk. She rose and made for the steps ascending to the third floor.

The third floor was limited to the Legendary level.

Rhazuun gazed at her departing form briefly, weighed the dangers, and trailed after her.

"Your Highness, please, we harbor no ill will. I simply wish to extend an invitation..."

He trapped her once more in a secluded corner on the third floor, trying to relaunch his pitch. Elara ignored him entirely. She got up again and strode to the following set of stairs.

The fourth floor. The realm of Arch Lords.

The Silent Goblet followed a rigid power-based order: each level for one rank of might. Rhazuun understood the guidelines. Upon witnessing Elara effortlessly climb to the fourth tier, the composed facade he maintained at last shattered. His eyes bulged in true astonishment.

The Stoneheart Horde's oldest daughter was an Arch Lord?

Is that even possible?

Rhazuun wasn't alone in his shock. Several lounging visitors on the third floor—respected figures with notable standings—had observed the exchange. Their looks of casual entertainment swiftly turned to incredulity.

"Did she just walk up to the fourth floor?"

"An Arch Lord? Her?"

"No way. She looks like a child."

"I've always said the Stoneheart Horde was sandbagging. They're the deepest faction on the board."

Murmurs broke out among the natives and cross-dimensional visitors. No matter their background, the shared realization was clear: Report back home at once. Absolutely avoid provoking the Stoneheart Horde or the Giant King's offspring.

The fourth floor of the Silent Goblet lay utterly still. It stood vacant.

Beings wielding Arch Lord strength rarely idled in inns. They were often out dominating the Godforsaken Land or claiming fresh domains in the void.

Elara breathed a sigh of ease. At last, some tranquility.

Next, the gentle thump of footsteps on timber echoed from the stairway.

Elara's wide eyes gleamed with intrigue. She directed her stare at the doorway. Seconds later, Rhazuun appeared, crossing onto the planks of the fourth level.

As he approached her, Elara's irritation dissolved. She lifted a hand and beckoned a succubus attendant.

"Two Goblin Fizzes. Extra cold."

The attendant, an elite succubus dedicated to the premium area, dipped in a deep bow and soon delivered two foaming mugs of the unique brew.

"Mage," Elara declared, indicating the chair across from her. "Your stubbornness irritates me, but your power is real. You've piqued my curiosity."

She slid a mug his way. "This fizz is uncommon. Take it as a perk."

Rhazuun settled into the chair, still somewhat dazed. "Your Highness... you keep astonishing me. Who could've foreseen the Stoneheart heir as an Arch Lord? I'd bet fewer than five souls on this continent grasp the reality."

Elara lifted her shoulders in indifference, taking a swallow from her mug. For her, strength wasn't for show; it was merely a result. Ever since her awakening, Orion and Edward had crammed her with World Essence as if it were sweets. Paired with the Stoneheart Titan lineage she'd gained, it would've been odd if she weren't formidable. Truth be told, among her brothers and sisters, perhaps only Caelus could match her in a proper bout.

"You said you're from another world?" Elara questioned, brushing aside his praise. She relished the admiration, but she tolerated no bootlicking.

"I am, Your Highness."

Rhazuun adapted swiftly. Seeing his usual negotiation style fail, he altered course. He chose to reply to her queries straightforwardly, aiming to draw her in that manner.

"So," Elara pressed forward, her gaze alight with youthful wonder. "Are the Snail-Dragons real?"

"Uh..."

Rhazuun faltered. The carefully crafted address on cross-reality partnerships lodged in his gullet, slain outright by a colossal snail.