Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1448 Inheritance of Fire

The sudden emergence of cave spiders and dragon beasts altered the battlefield's balance in an instant.

Hellscream was done hiding in the darkness. Now they had the fangs to strike back hard.

"This is a land without light!"

"The true Sunless City!"

"This city belongs to Hellscream!"

In the midst of the believers' thunderous cries, Port Caelwyn underwent a fresh christening: The Sunless City.

Titanion Realm, Blackstone City.

As ordinary people crowded the avenues to access the Stoneheart Temple, in other places, blades were honed to a keen edge.

Within the Horde Hall, an intense aura hung heavy in the atmosphere.

The vast room brimmed with Wardens.

In the Stoneheart Horde, earning the Warden title demanded exceptional prowess; it was reserved solely for those who surpassed the Legendary realm. Ever since the Temple flung open its gates, their numbers had ballooned, forging a fresh tier of supreme fighters.

The announcement of Orion's intent to conquer the foreign realm ignited their fervor. They yearned for battle, eager to seize fresh domains and etch their names in the Horde's legends.

Yet the focus today shifted away from them.

"Heh... My eldest daughter, Elara, has at last reached maturity. She's prepared to fight for the Horde."

From his obsidian throne, Orion motioned toward the person beside him, propelling her into view.

Elara advanced. Clad in snug soft armor and a scarlet cloak that swept across the floor, she appeared youthful—almost misleadingly. A bold ferocity marked her, a keen intensity that contradicted her soft looks.

According to Giant customs, she had long been considered grown, yet her body was exceptional. She stayed locked in the form of a six-year-old until she claimed Orion's full bloodline legacy. It was then that she transformed into the shape of a sixteen-year-old maiden.

She seemed fragile. In reality, she was far from it.

The Wardens grew quiet. An overwhelming force emanated from her, choking the air. It carried the oppressive presence of an Archlord.

Elara made no effort to hold it back. She intended for them to grasp precisely her identity. Even the seasoned fighters present became mere onlookers.

"Elara will carry Father's glory and the Horde's to this unfamiliar world!"

With a fist thumped against her chest, her words echoed sharply.

Orion inclined his head, his face settling into a majestic detachment.

"Elara, advance and accept your orders."

His tone delivered a chilling command, bolstered by an unseen, heavy force.

Elara strode ahead firmly, her expression etched with gravity. She understood this marked her initial stride toward legendary status.

"I name Elara as Commander of the First Legion. Lead a force of one million soldiers. I bestow upon you my personal armament, the Flame of Will. Your mission: conquer Eldoria."

"Do not disappoint me. For triumph. For the Horde's splendor. Advance fearless."

In Orion's grasp, the Flame of Will took shape. The trident, aware of the moment's importance, stirred to life.

Scarlet flames burst from its tines. A thick, red haze—the essence of carnage—twisted along the handle. This revealed its authentic state.

Hiss.

Gasps of astonishment echoed through the chamber.

All Wardens recognized that armament. It was Orion's trusted ally, the ancient and most ruinous instrument in his collection.

Handing a treasure like the Flame of Will to Elara, bypassing the princes? Such a move was unheard of.

Elara herself paused, overwhelmed by the honor's magnitude.

"Do you reject it?" Orion's words sliced the daze like a lash.

Elara drew a deep breath, ascended the platform, and claimed the trident from her father's hold.

"Elara vows upon my soul and honor. I shall complete my task, broaden our realms, and safeguard the Horde's prestige and Father's."

"For the Horde's thriving! For the Horde's pride! For the Horde's glory! I shall traverse flames and demise!"

She hoisted the Flame of Will aloft. The blaze at its point spared her skin; instead, it cascaded like molten liquid, sheathing her frame in a slender, glassy coat of pale bone.

Frostbone Armor.

This formed one of the weapon's three activated abilities. Its emergence confirmed the Flame of Will's recognition of her as wielder.

Regarding the remaining two abilities—Chillbone Fire and Wyrm's Death Coil—they embodied pure destruction, forces rarely invoked.

Orion observed her, a spark of satisfaction hidden beneath his impassive facade.

Of his offspring, solely Caelus and Elara showed promise to wield his trident arts. However, Caelus pursued the sword's way, apprenticed under another master.

Orion faced no alternative. The treasure belonged to Elara.

Kronos, Pallas, and Kaelen excelled, yet missed that vital essence. Rolan held potential, but he was already fused with the Bloodthirsty Trident; that tool had accompanied him from youth and suited him ideally.

"The First Legion needs a Deputy Commander. Which of you will serve alongside the Stoneheart Horde's First Daughter?"

Scarce had the phrase escaped him when the Wardens pressed forward. Rendall, Thundar, Dace, and Ursa emerged, keen to display their fresh Legendary might.

Orion eyed the candidates. His attention fixed on the woman warrior.

"Ursa, come forth!"

Ursa's features glowed with thrill. She proceeded boldly, posture erect.

Orion wasted no time. He assigned her the Deputy Commander role on the spot.

Now with Ursa positioned next to Elara, Orion directed his stare to the gathered crowd.

"Witness that the unit under Elara's command is now the First Legion."

"Starting today, the Stoneheart Horde's forces face a total overhaul. Each role I assign will shape a renewed hierarchy."

A wave of tension swept over the experienced ones, Lilith included. Overhaul implied a realignment of authority. A reallocation of vital assets.

For the Horde's leaders, the stakes loomed enormous.

"Eras evolve. Fresh prodigies emerge each cycle. We ought to pave their way."

"The skilled will ascend. The frail will tumble."

"Ahead, the Horde's might will favor the robust and the youthful."

This proclaimed a strict merit system, unyielding and final. It embodied Orion's decree, relayed via the Wardens to the entire clan.

In essence, though influence would realign, those in this space formed the foundation. The Horde relied on them for impending conflicts. Their standing remained firm, as long as they proved valuable.

"Moreover, a fresh benchmark arises. From now on, each Legion Commander requires Archlord power."

"My fighters, strength flows like a current. Resist it, and sink in your inertia."

The Stoneheart Horde transformed. Orion dictated the rhythm, compelling them to keep pace or lag behind.