Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1459 Codex of Unity

Lilith possessed her own perspectives regarding the situation. She had devoured numerous intelligence dossiers concerning the Human Kingdoms, gaining insight into their past; the Stoneheart Horde had previously regarded them as the supreme barrier to continental unity.

However, the world had transformed at an alarming speed. The Horde's growth had surpassed even its grandest visions, and the Giant King's steps were too vast for adversaries to keep pace. Yesterday's foes were fading away—some through compulsion, others willingly.

As humans withdrew to the Bastion, dragons might have surged forward to seize the empty space. Nevertheless, the Dragon Race lingered on their islands, quiet observers feigning ignorance, amassing their power in secrecy.

'My King,' Lilith cooed, wriggling in his lap. 'Only the Blood Elves are left. Won't you invest a bit more endeavor? The continent is virtually pleading for unification.'

She curved her spine against his torso, rubbing her face into the hollow of his throat. It embodied the teasing allure of a succubus, signaling the onset of passion.

'Patience,' Orion whispered, his palm lingering dominantly upon her. 'Lycanor is in their capital. We hold our position until her return. That is the honor she deserves.'

...

Twelve hours afterward, a tremor surged across Stoneheart City.

The Northern Bastion of Menethis had officially surrendered. It wasn't mere partnership; it constituted complete merger into the Stoneheart Horde.

For the astute observers, this outcome was foreseeable. Yet, three days subsequent, a revelation emerged that demolished lingering doubts.

The Blood Elves relinquished their independence. Accompanying their Guardian Tree, they inked the Pact of Integration.

In response, Orion issued a royal edict: Rommath would preserve the status of Honorary King of the Blood Elves, an ancestral honor to flow through his lineage.

The die had been thrown, and the waves escalated into a cataclysm. Humans were engulfed. Elves had bowed.

The smaller factions and tribes that had aligned with the Horde initially started reveling. They had wagered on the victor, and now they claimed dominance over tomorrow.

Half a month on, a document endorsed by all prominent chieftains and lords of the Horde was delivered to the Giant King. They urged the renaming of the continent of Utessar.

Orion pondered for half a day prior to approving it.

Henceforth, the territory would be called the Titan Continent.

The next dawn, within the tavern of the Silent Goblet, a bard struck the initial note of a fresh epoch.

'When shadows cloaked the heavens and oblivion loomed, the Stoneheart Horde shackled the world with iron and rock. They shaped an Empire from turmoil, ushering a golden epoch to the Titan Continent...'

It marked a historical leaf inscribed in the present moment.

Soon thereafter, the Horde issued the Codex of Unity. Orion commanded the uniformization of everything: a single script for writing, a unified currency, a common measurement system, and one law governing all.

This occasion was designated as Year One, Day One of the Stoneheart Era.

Stoneheart Era. Year One, First Month, Twelfth Day.

To safeguard the tranquility of the nascent Empire, Prince Kaelen was granted his inaugural solo command. At the head of the Second Legion and the freshly assembled Volunteer Corps, he advanced to eradicate the lingering insectoid nests plaguing the wildlands.

Recruitment centers overflowed. Innumerable bloodline warriors enlisted in the Volunteer Corps, keen to etch their sagas beneath the Horde's emblem.

World of Eldoria. The Third Descent Point.

The atmosphere wailed as the Rite of Fatebound Offering ripped open a tear in existence.

Elara, the firstborn daughter of the Giant King and leader of the First Legion, emerged from the portal onto the ground of the Andor Diocese.

Following her, the orderly columns of the First Legion flowed forth like an iron flood. For the Hellscream organization members, who had staunchly defended the position using determination and necromancy, this brought ecstatic liberation.

First, undead armies had arrived, and now, the armored foot soldiers of an interdimensional realm. The Holy Order, formerly an overwhelming colossus, abruptly appeared diminished.

'Hah! Is that young Elara?'

Makareth rubbed his eyes, anticipating the mana aura to clarify. Upon verification, his infernal visage cracked into a broad smile.

'Behold you! You've matured into a fearsome lady since our last encounter.'

Makareth and Elara shared a lengthy history. Elara served as the pupil of Vice-Commander Edward, the individual who had steered Makareth toward the Champions Alliance. Although equals in status, Makareth had consistently shown Edward the respect of a subordinate, positioning him as an uncle-like presence to Elara.

'Brother Makareth,' Elara replied, her gaze sparkling. 'I never anticipated discovering you in this place.'

In the Valkorath Realm, during Makareth's visits to Edward, he invariably presented presents for the child. Their connection transcended mere hierarchy.

'Hahaha! With us two present, this realm hasn't a prayer,' Makareth chuckled, spreading his wings. 'And we have young Aina as well. Whoever tormented you both will atone in crimson.'

He indicated the girl at his side. Similar to Makareth, Aina was an Awakened from the Survivor's Platform.

'Makareth, Elara... I appreciate your arrival,' Aina expressed. She displayed a gentle, pure smile—the sort unfamiliar to the battle-scarred assassins of Hellscream.

Raveth, positioned in her silhouette, observed her with astonished eyes. The gloom that typically enveloped her appeared to withdraw, supplanted by true affection. She remains untainted, he mused, a burden easing from his spirit. She merits my loyalty.

'Greetings, Seeker of Change,' Elara intoned, inclining her head modestly.

As a World Spirit made flesh, Elara bore the ancestral recollections of a world's genesis and demise. She comprehended precisely Aina's nature.

A 'Seeker of Change' represented a scarce title. It denoted a spirit that, perceiving their world as inert and fated for collapse, employed prohibited techniques to summon outside influences for upending the established order. Most Seekers invited devastation—unleashing demons or abyssal abominations. Yet, exceptional ones introduced advancement.

Observing Aina, Elara grasped why the Stoneheart Horde had gained a base here. A Seeker acted as a radiant summons.

'You...' Aina began, then halted.

Both Makareth and Elara jerked their attention northward.

'Evidently, the teleportation array generated excessive disturbance,' Makareth snarled, his gaze sharpening. 'We've roused the inhabitants.'

'Remain here, sister,' Makareth instructed, his tone sinking to a deep growl. 'Allow me to deal with these vermin.'

He required no reply. Infernal wings burst from his shoulders, propelling him aloft, a shadow bolt racing toward the approaching peril.

He barely progressed when a swift shadow surpassed him. Elara materialized before him, hovering with ease.

'I require the workout,' she shouted over her shoulder, her eyes shimmering with might. 'One apiece for us?'

Makareth bared his teeth in a grin.