Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1428 Submit, or die

"There's no need for excessive worry," Lysinthia reassured her. "Should the alliance between Pallas and Princess Ariselle fall through, your own influence and strength will suffice to protect the Blood Elf Race."

"The situation isn't nearly as tangled as they imagine."

Lysinthia's words brought solace to Lycanor. She had held a similar belief, though she recognized that the Elf King and the Archelders craved something greater.

"May all proceed without a hitch."

Silverwood Realm, Current's Bend

The clash between the Sea Folk and the Cult of Four had basically wrapped up, with cleanup efforts almost complete.

At this point, the Sea Folk directed their focus inward for a thorough accounting.

Naturally, the focus of this cleansing fell upon Atlantis, which had dug in deep within Current's Bend.

Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon—the trio of Demigods—took command personally, guiding the Cetus Giants and a vast force of Sea Folk to encircle Atlantis entirely. Their siege allowed no escape, not even for the tiniest shrimp.

"Fellows, we all hail from the depths of the sea. Such conflict serves no purpose," Kraken declared, offering a bow with hands pressed together.

"Force should never be the solution."

Deep down, he didn't buy his own rhetoric. Absent aggression, how could they claim lands? How would resources come their way?

"Hmph... if we're truly all Sea Folk, then why did you plot with those foreign Cult of Four invaders against Azurehold?"

"Where was your cry of 'force isn't the way' back then?"

Amon delivered the scoff, a fierce advocate for battle and a key force in the drive to eradicate Atlantis.

"You lot enjoyed the safety of hunkering down in Azurehold. Not every Sea Folk had that luxury!"

Faced with the blatant animosity and zero chance for talks, Kraken's warm facade vanished. His voice turned icy, laced with biting sarcasm.

"As you cowered in safety, every one of the Cult's four Demigods descended on Atlantis. They sealed us off tight. Without our surrender, Atlantis would have vanished ages ago."

"And where were you all during that crisis?"

"Can you fault our choice?"

Kraken's sharp comeback left Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon at a loss for words. Though an interloper, Kraken remained a creature of the sea. Having abandoned him to peril, they stood on shaky ground to judge him now.

"On top of that, as you witnessed, during the massive confrontation, Atlantis's Demigods—the First and Second Marshals—stayed out of the fight."

"Doesn't that prove our position clearly?"

Kraken stated this truth with firm resolve. Their strategy of biding time, akin to the mantis stalking the cicada unaware of the oriole lurking, rested on the belief that the Sea Folk concealed aces up their sleeves.

Personally, Kraken had mostly observed the chaos to collect insights, avoiding any slaying of Sea Folk Archlords.

"What's more, our Second Marshal struck down a Demigod from the Cult of Four with his own hands. How can that label Atlantis as betrayers?"

Kraken had rehearsed this argument well in advance. Confronting the Sea Folk's judgment, he rendered Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon utterly mute.

"Surrender, or perish."

Right as Kraken sensed a possible turnaround, Amon released a fearsome Demigod presence, slamming it straight at him.

Debating with the mighty? A joke at best.

Kraken grasped his grave error in that instant. Against overwhelming might, every ploy crumbled like tissue. To repel foes, one needed to loose a genuine beast.

ROAR!

A thunderous bellow, blending dragon ferocity with tiger savagery, burst forth. From Kraken's brow, a Demigod's might exploded, demolishing Amon's pressure and rippling over the entire field.

Beyond Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon, every Sea Folk soldier gripped their skulls and howled in agony. The frailest collapsed unconscious, plummeting to the seabed like lead weights.

"You three, let's call this to a close!"

"Atlantis stays put in Current's Bend. We won't invade other territories."

Orion's cool declaration resounded. This marked the boundary he, Leonidas, and Kraken had set together.

With three Demigods backing the Sea Folk, plus the shield of the Divine Kingdom of the Dead Sea, seizing the Moon Sea proved unattainable. Yet securing Current's Bend stood as the siblings' unyielding limit.

"If not, then let battle commence!"

Let battle commence...

Orion's command spread wide, echoing through the nearby waters. Even the distant Demigod of the Moonwell, atop the land, detected the turmoil.

Moonlight Continent, Staghelm City

Isilra, the Moon Elf, gazed at her mother descending from the heavens, bewilderment clouding her features.

"Mother, is something amiss?"

The Demigod of the Moonwell shook her head. Detecting the budding life in Isilra's belly, she then turned her gaze seaward with a furrowed brow.

"Several days back, the oceans shifted dramatically. Water filled the skies and the lands; reality itself appeared flipped."

"In that moment, multiple Demigod presences ignited only to fade away."

"I figured the oceanic conflict had ended, yet moments ago, a mighty godly force pulsed outward once more."

The Demigod of the Moonwell regarded Isilra. She withheld the detail that the godly aura rang familiar—Orion's own. No need to alarm her child or spur a rash dive into the waves for her beloved.

"I believe infighting has erupted among the Sea Folk."

A speculation, yet a fitting one to ease Isilra's mind.

"The Sea Folk differ from our kind. Without unity, tranquility remains elusive."

"Mother, let's set them aside."

Isilra shut her eyes, devoting herself to drawing in moonlight's essence to nurture the infant growing inside.

With a nod, the Demigod of the Moonwell shifted into a streak of radiance, blending seamlessly into the Moonwell.

The Ocean, Atlantis

If not, then let battle commence...

Orion's proclamation sealed the path to conflict.

"I'll drive out every intruder!"

Demigod Amon unveiled his enormous Cetus Giant form, stomping ahead with earth-shaking force to bear down on Kraken.

"Orion, will this truly succeed?"

Kraken had yielded his form's command already. He trusted Orion's prowess, but unease gnawed at him.

Orion paid him no heed. Mastering Kraken's frame, he soared beyond the barrier to confront Amon head-on.

The instant "Kraken" breached the protective veil, a spectral vision of a massive abyssal whirlpool materialized under each Sea Folk fighter's stance.

"The Abyss stares at you!"

Bound by the Dead Sea's laws, Orion refrained from manifesting his complete Demigod shape. Instead, he called forth his Divine Kingdom's illusion to daunt the Sea Folk.

"Do you crave the depths?"

With those words, the abyssal whirlpool exerted a horrifying suction, yanking at the Sea Folk. Demigods Morveth and Ishraena felt its grip too; this stemmed from Divine Calling's might, wielded solely by fourth-stage Demigods. Resistance proved futile.

As Orion pondered obliterating Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon on the spot, the Dead Sea stirred in response.

Though no authentic Divine Kingdom, the vortex's essence sufficed to rouse the primordial sea.