Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1447 Descent of Gods

With a subtle, enigmatic grin, Cloudsong sipped his beverage slowly.

"Would you mind explaining further?"

Rhazuun recognized that expression all too well. It resembled the pitying stare reserved for a fool from the countryside. And around this table, he stood as the sole companion.

"Should I be aware of something?" Rhazuun's brow furrowed, planting a kernel of uncertainty in his thoughts.

Cloudsong placed his cup aside and locked eyes with Rhazuun firmly. He pronounced each syllable with precision.

"As I mentioned before, this territory serves as the birthplace for a fresh lineage of the Giant race."

"The ruler of the Stoneheart Horde holds the rank of Demigod. Do you honestly think he lacks methods to boost the strength of his followers?"

"Extend your perception outward," Cloudsong went on, lowering his tone. "Those outsiders... the energy they exude connects without question."

Though Cloudsong remained unaware of the exact details behind the massive upheaval in the Stoneheart Horde, he felt convinced it all traced back to that Giant King. A Demigod alone, crafting a novel bloodline, could pull off such an immense alteration—a total overhaul of their core being.

"Are you saying..."

Rhazuun cut himself off abruptly. A surge of icy fear hit him as he understood this topic didn't belong in a bustling inn. He sealed his lips tightly.

"Indeed. Duties await me. Appreciate the refreshment, my longtime companion," Cloudsong remarked, standing up. "In my view, the Stoneheart Horde aligns ideally with your Order of the Dandelion. Given the openness in this place, arcane secrets would proliferate rapidly."

He straightened his robe. The moment had come to claim the spotlight, to spin stories and belt out praises for prosperity. This defined his profession, his passion, his very life.

Eldoria, Port Caelwyn.

The sun sank beneath the skyline, staining the waves with a pale red hue. Bards could dub it a lady's flush; to Aina, it resembled the sore rear of a vanishing deity, grotesque and brutal.

The ocean breeze held steady, yet the swells surged with a ponderous, pulsing threat, like the shadowy depths gearing up to devour everything.

No wandering pup, feline, or raven appeared anywhere. Amid this eerie quiet, Port Caelwyn resembled a grave more than a thriving settlement.

"Mighty Titan God, heed our plea. We express gratitude for the boon of strength and belief. Safeguard us. For that, we pledge our utmost loyalty... alongside the purest offerings."

Aina seized control of Namir Cathedral, transforming the sacred space into the core of her ceremony.

Amid the gloom of the cathedral's main hall and cross-aisle, dark-robed shapes lingered. A savage intensity pulsed in the atmosphere near them. These represented the Hellscream cultists. They had sneaked into Port Caelwyn ages past, embedding deep in the urban depths.

After unleashing the Crimson Fever, they emerged from hiding, trailing devastation behind.

"Raveth, make the Titan God sense our commitment," Aina ordered.

Raveth stepped from the cathedral into the plaza's midst, where a huge rock had been hauled to the spot. He pressed his hand softly to its surface. The boulder trembled, scattering dust over the paved stones.

Soon after, the boulder transformed entirely. A colossal Stoneheart Titan effigy, rising a hundred and sixty feet tall, now loomed over the area, captivating every Hellscream follower.

"I proclaim the tribute ceremony... underway," Aina's tone floated from within the cathedral, icy and aloof.

Crunch. Snap.

The damp, steady noise of cleavers on wood reverberated across the square. Blood didn't merely flow; it surged through the open space, forming scarlet symbols that squirmed in the mess like gasping creatures.

The blood started to simmer. Innumerable solid specks lifted from the vivid pool, ignoring the pull of earth to cling to the Stoneheart Titan figure.

The rock appeared to inhale deeply.

An oppressive force settled over the square. It felt like scrutiny from a supreme predator. Each Hellscream devotee lowered their head on reflex; only that eased the dread gripping their backs.

"I will dispatch my messengers to aid in reestablishing control."

The sound boomed grandly and weightily, though it seemed to originate from afar. Sometimes it resounded inside the head; other times, it faded to a murmur.

A miracle.

"Has the Titan God come down?"

"This is a divine prophecy!"

"O Great God, do you decree this?"

Minds of the believers whirled with questions, yet astonishment united them all. With the heavy burden lifting, three forms materialized in the square. They showed no signs of might, no holy radiance.

Orion, Leonidas, and Kraken had materialized.

"Aina kneels before the Sacred Messengers!"

As the rest stayed frozen in awe, Aina guided Raveth from the cathedral. She grasped the reality: no Titan God had arrived. These were the allies she had summoned.

"Under our Lord's directive, we've come to reinstate stability. Simply support our efforts."

Orion fulfilled his role flawlessly. Leonidas and Kraken stayed quiet, their awareness stretching to probe the fundamental rules of this unfamiliar realm.

Boss, the air's briny tang hits strong. Dense. Bet there's an underwater society close by.

Kraken sent his message to Leonidas, barely containing his thrill.

Squiddy, scout the adjacent seas at once, Leonidas responded without words. After wrapping up here, Orion and I will assist in toppling the dominant sea beast. Coordinated efforts on ground and waves are key to deceiving foes and remaining concealed.

Even if the rite had merely shifted the trio across, they embodied mobile legions. Every one bore a personal realm—a compact stronghold. Upon securing a foothold, they could release the assault troops.

Rest easy, Boss. Leave it to me, Kraken answered. Man, I crave a plunge this instant...

The darkness of night grew thicker.

As Hellscream followers slumbered in the ritual's aftermath calm, horrors slunk forth from Namir Cathedral. Grotesque, vast broodmother arachnids scuttled under the moon's glow.

At the same instant, dragon-like creatures burst from nearby structures.

Leonidas transported three unique variants: Aerial, Terrestrial, and Aquatic.

These fresh creations, altered personally by Leonidas with draconic essence—living armaments forged post his rise to Demigod—faced their debut deployment.

Hellscream affiliates roused to the scrape of talons on rock. Alarm ignited upon discovering beasts encircling them.

Yet fright shifted to ecstasy upon realizing these creatures came as presents from the Messengers.

Prior to now, Hellscream consisted of a motley band of felons and rejects. Absent the might bestowed by the "Titan God," they wouldn't have risked opposing the Holy Order.

They remained feeble, compelled to lurk in secrecy. The takeover of Port Caelwyn worked solely due to Raveth's insider insights and careful strategy. To this day, they avoided direct clashes with the Holy Order, using the turmoil from the Crimson Fever as a shield.