Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1442 Mirror of Theras

A booming voice echoed from the skies, cascading down from the dark surface of the mirror. When Orion glanced upward, a ghostly image formed inside the glass.

"A Divine Soul."

"He has formed his Divine Soul."

The words burst out at the same time from both Orion and Edward.

Orion, a fighter whose sheer strength pushed against the edges of the sixth physical stage, spotted the telltale sign right away. The being on the other side of the mirror wasn't merely a savage fighter; it was a Third-Stage Demigod who had shaped his essence into a Divine Soul.

Edward, a Second-Stage Demigod who had kindled his Divine Fire and now worked toward that exact level of soul unity, knew it just as fast.

After the initial surprise, a shared breath of ease escaped them. Their faces relaxed.

Provided it wasn't a full God handling a Demigod Artifact, they stood a chance in battle. At least, that's what Orion and Edward figured.

"A Third-Stage Demigod?"

Arthas, Alexander, and Leonidas finally realized, their features hardening.

"Whether Third Stage or otherwise," Alexander muttered, gripping his weapon tightly, "we won't halt him directly." He voiced the thoughts of the group; the divide between their strength and a formed Divine Soul stretched like a vast sea.

"Get in formation! I'll lead the front!" Edward called out, lifting his staff, prepared to summon their united shield.

"Edward. Hold back."

Orion's tone stayed steady, slicing through the building strain like a sharp edge.

Edward, Arthas, Leonidas, and Alexander all swung their gazes toward their King. Their looks blended shock and worry.

"The previous battle didn't stir my excitement," Orion remarked, advancing. The atmosphere near him started to warp. "I'd like to test my capabilities."

In one stride, he propelled himself skyward, shattering the sound barrier.

"Edward!" Arthas snapped, glancing at the Deputy for an override.

"It's his decision," Edward replied, dropping his staff yet fixing his gaze on Orion's rising shape. "If he craves the battle, allow him to claim it."

A sharp gleam flickered in Edward's eyes.

"Moreover... I've long wondered about Hulk's real boundaries. The Commander claimed he outmatched us all together. Aren't you eager to witness his full potential?"

Arthas went quiet. Debate wasn't an option now. Overhead, the heavens blazed.

While Orion rose, his Demigod Avatar burst forth into being. He didn't merely expand; he transformed.

He turned into a legendary Stoneheart Titan of enormous scale—a giant with four heads and eight enormous limbs, towering high enough to support the skies.

With a bellow that rattled the volcanic ground, Orion slammed all eight fists toward the heavens.

"Insolent insect! You dare attack the Mirror of Theras? You court death!"

A tone laced with scorn resounded from the mirror. The Third-Stage Demigod, ruler of the Ashenheart Domain, saw Orion as little more than a pest battering a barrier.

In his view, the Mirror of Theras stood unbreakable. It formed a piece of the armament once grasped by the Abyssal Demon King Theras.

BOOM!

The Stoneheart Titan's fists smashed into the mirror. The shockwave surged across the air, yet the glassy face remained utterly still.

"Hahaha... pathetic beast. Do you understand what this represents?" Belthar taunted. "This is the inheritance of Lord Theras. You believe raw might can break it? You're deluded."

To Belthar, Orion's avatar looked striking, but his efforts seemed laughable.

"A Demon King's inheritance?"

Up in the emptiness, Orion halted his assault. Belthar spoke true; raw power glanced off the mirror like rain on slick stone.

"My turn now," the icy voice declared.

Before Orion could devise another strategy, a figure leaped from the mirror.

It embodied a horror brought to life.

Lacking any limbs, it floated as a hideous skull—part demon, part human bone—with luminous green flesh and fangs. Beneath the skull, a ragged dark cloak fluttered, supported by an unseen bony structure.

This was Belthar, the Shadow Wraith, a Third-Stage Demigod.

"A Specter! He's from the Undead!"

Below, Arthas, a senior Undead, pinpointed the foe at once.

"A Specter? What's that supposed to be?" Leonidas questioned, without shifting his stare from above.

"The Undead divide into five ranks," Arthas clarified swiftly. "Specters embody the pure Soul rank. They lack flesh; they persist solely as essences."

"They thrive by invading Relics and Artifacts," Arthas went on, his tone somber. "It's an ideal habitat for their kind."

"So, like an Artifact Spirit?" Leonidas snorted.

Arthas rolled his eyes. "No, fool. An Artifact Spirit aids the item and its owner. A Specter leeches from the item. It consumes the core essence and in time swallows the owner as well. They reign as top hunters in the spirit realm."

Zzzzt!

Far up, dark bolts sparked around Belthar's cloak. The form disappeared.

"Time to devour," a hoarse whisper intoned.

Belthar materialized in a flash behind Orion's colossal Titan body. He stretched his maw—which yawned unnaturally vast—and latched onto one of the Titan's eight arms.

CRUNCH.

The Specter severed straight through the hardened power of the Stoneheart Avatar. He devoured the huge limb in two bites.

"Exquisite... oh, utterly exquisite. I've never savored such refined Divinity and Faith," Belthar groaned, his voice quivering with greed. "I'll consume you entirely. Not a bit left."

"Hehehehe..."

With a chilling giggle, Belthar faded once more, popping up behind Orion's main head, mouth wide for a deadly lunge.

Yet Orion had battled through countless conflicts. The instant harm struck, his reflexes roared.

As the fangs closed, Orion darted aside, creating space. At the same time, his leftover seven arms swung back, pounding the spot he'd occupied with power to crumble peaks.

The strike landed, hurling the Specter away.

"Pointless! Pointless!"

Belthar steadied himself in flight, untouched.

"Do you grasp what a Divine Soul means, small giant?"

"The Divine Soul marks the gateway to eternal life. As long as my soul endures, death can't claim me!"

"Hahahaha!"

Belthar cackled wildly. He owned every edge: Third-Stage status, the shield of the Mirror of Theras, and a ghostly body almost impervious to bodily harm. Facing a Second-Stage powerhouse like Orion, defeat seemed impossible.

"Immortal? You talk boldly," Orion snarled.

Inside, though, Orion reeled in surprise.

His Avatar consisted of more than stone and brawn; each strike carried dense Divinity. It wasn't plain impact—it was an energy duel. Still, Belthar dismissed it like a light gust.

Orion grasped the harsh reality: his Demigod Avatar, as it stood, couldn't wound a Third-Stage Divine Soul.

"Seems I must switch approaches," Orion murmured, his gaze sharpening.