Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1402 A Spark of Life

Among the ascended beings, it was a widely acknowledged fact that the ambitions of a Demigod couldn't be confined to just one realm. The lands provided by the Titanion Realm were far too limited to drive their rise to full godhood, and they couldn't nurture a local ascension as long as the world's existing rules remained unchanged.

Every one of them possessed hidden escapes—anchors in alternate dimensions, safe paths hidden in the emptiness.

"Contingencies are something we all possess," Orion declared, his words overpowering the chaotic forces of the void corridor. "Yet, possessing an escape doesn't mean we should abandon our rightful claims."

His eyes scanned the gathering of demigods. "The Titanion Realm offers a banquet that's bound to become even more bountiful. The Stoneheart Horde won't merely defend its position; we'll claim a bigger portion for ourselves."

Pointed claws pressed into the flesh of his arm. Orion looked down to find Seraphina staring at him fiercely, her lovely features contorted in a sulky expression.

He coughed lightly. "And the Mermaid Race remains by our side."

The harsh grip instantly relaxed, shifting into a soft, stroking touch that glided across his skin.

"We'll fight until the very last," Orion finished. "That's our position."

Tyras, known as the Dragon Lord, inclined his head gradually. "The Dragonflight holds the same stake. The realm that's approaching us... it brims with possibilities. Should the need arise, we can call upon another Demigod from our ranks to descend and bolster the fight."

He halted, allowing the significance of his words to sink in. "I think the bond between the Dragonflight and the Stoneheart Horde can grow stronger."

This was a clear proposition for partnership. By disclosing his backups—another Demigod ready to step in—Tyras demonstrated that the dragons stood as equals to Orion and Seraphina, not as followers.

Orion gave a nod. He neither embraced it right away nor turned it down. Instead, he directed his attention toward Evander and Kairon.

"Orion," Kairon hissed, his gaze flicking momentarily to Seraphina before locking back on the giant. "I can't stand you. Not one bit."

Seraphina puffed up a little with pride.

"But just as you do," Kairon went on, his tone growing firmer, "I refuse to back down. The Titanion Realm is my territory. My haven. I won't surrender even the smallest part of it to any attackers."

This came as a statement from a competitor, laced with resentment yet grounded in honor. Orion merely lifted his shoulders, unconcerned. But Seraphina regarded Kairon with a spark of fresh respect.

"Humanity has fought hard to claim its territories," Evander stated, his voice tired yet determined. "We won't relinquish them without a fierce struggle. Only if the heavens collapse and every chance vanishes will we retreat."

"With our determinations matching," Evander added, glancing at the key figures, "I suggest we form a pact for mutual protection. A bond forged in blood and steel."

He motioned to the assembly. "Full trust among us is impossible—our groups are too different. Still, we can commit to this: should the foe attempt to assassinate any of us, the rest must step in. We must stop them from eliminating us individually."

The idea was practical. Though Orion couldn't rely on these Demigods like he did his own trusted aides, an agreement for swift support made sense. For entities of their strength, rushing across the globe to rescue a trapped comrade took mere instants.

"I agree," Orion replied. The rest gave their approvals with nods.

"For this safeguard to succeed," Kairon cut in, grabbing the opportunity, "then assist me in cleansing the seas. I can't handle the deepest chasms by myself. Without action, the bug hordes will overwhelm everything."

His stare fixed sharply on Seraphina and Tyras. Their realms also included enormous expanses of ocean.

A hush lingered among them.

"Such a cleansing is essential," Orion stated at last, voicing his support for his spouse. "One doesn't let vermin multiply in their own resting place."

Kairon appeared eased, yet Orion lifted a hand.

"That said... wiping them out completely would be foolish."

Kairon's face grew stormy. "Why?"

"Haven't you observed it?" Orion inquired. "As these beasts advance, they gather a unique core inside their shells. It means little to us. But for our warriors? It's a powerful boost for their progress."

His view swept over the group. "The horde presents a danger, indeed, but it's also an asset. We permit them to multiply, to advance, and then employ them to hone our forces. Facing an invasion from another world with untrained soldiers is impossible. They must gain real battle experience."

Tyras emitted a deep, echoing chuckle. "The Giant King offers sound insight."

The Dragon Lord had stayed quiet intentionally. His species had already learned that consuming advanced insectoids refined the lineages of their subordinate creatures, the dragon beasts. To dragons, the horde wasn't merely a foe; it was an endless feast.

"The Dragonflight aligns with Orion," Tyras announced. "We'll guard our frontiers and thin out the swarms in our lands. Regarding the untouched areas... allow the bugs to proliferate. Let them fatten up."

This might seem like oversight, but it was shrewd strategy. The Demigods understood that the insects, restricted by the Titanion Realm's present rules, could only reach the Legendary level at most. They threatened the weaklings, the lesser groups lacking Demigod guardians, but they didn't endanger the realm's rulers.

It formed a harsh, unspoken pact: let the insects devour the vulnerable, paving the way for the mighty to gather more dominance.

"Moreover," Tyras noted, his tone lowering further, "we're limited to a decade."

The atmosphere in the void corridor sank heavily.

Ten years.

Though unspoken before, they had all sensed it through the alterations in the planar forces. The timer until the realms merged.

A weight pressed on Orion's chest. It wasn't terror—he knew no fear—but the unknown gnawed at him. Gearing up for this conflict seemed like striking at mist. He wouldn't know if their efforts sufficed until the heavens ripped apart.

The assembly broke up in a somber, wordless unity.

Marina City.

Heavy rain battered the city's towering structures, pounding steadily on the colored windows of the lofty spire. Within, the atmosphere hung warm and dense.

As Orion and Seraphina entered her private rooms, the strain of politics faded away, giving way to an urgent, irresistible attraction. No conversation passed, no playful teasing occurred.

Orion lifted her into his embrace. Seraphina pressed her face against his torso, her face reddening, her breaths coming in gasps.

The gale beyond thundered through the night, echoing the fury inside the chamber.

By dawn, the downpour had stopped.

Orion stirred awake leisurely, drawn from slumber by a subtle, steady thrum at the brink of his awareness.

His eyes flew wide. He shifted right away to Seraphina, who lay asleep next to him. His focus skipped her features, landing lower, locked on her belly.

There it was. A deep, irrefutable link. A fragment of his lineage, kindling to life.

Seraphina's eyes fluttered open. She stayed still, but a gentle smile curved her mouth as she noticed his stare.

"You sense it as well?" she breathed, her voice rough from rest.

"Yes."

"It appears," she said softly, laying her hand atop his, "that our recent frenzy has sparked a new life."