Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 792: The Roar of the Giant King

There was one last matter, a loose thread he could not yet pull. Sophia, and his fourth child.

When he had taken the Spring of Life, in that brief moment of contact with the world’s fundamental rules, he had felt the pulse of his son’s bloodline and had managed to project a sliver of information to him. But the Chaos Continent was distant, a dangerous, unknown land guarded by its own Archlords and demigods.

He had no coordinates, no path to it. He knew Alexander and the Deputy Commander were searching for a way, but the continent was warded, its seas made impassable by enchanted Sea Folk patrols. For now, he could not retrieve his child.

As for Sophia... he thought of the absurdity of their encounter and could only shake his head with a wry, bitter smile. The child was a bond between them, and for the boy’s sake, he could not treat her with cruelty.

But her own fate was yet unwritten. When the time came, he would see for himself what manner of woman she was, whether an ally or a threat. The child would be claimed, but she would have to earn her own place.

Chaos Continent, Phoenix Butterfly Ridge.

A single black butterfly fluttered in the air, its wings opening and closing with an endearing clumsiness. Its flight path was a series of awkward dips and rises, a wavering line that looked as if a single gust of wind could send it tumbling. Compared to the graceful of the Dark Butterfly race, it was like a toddler learning to walk.

With a final, determined effort, the butterfly stabilized its flight and landed in the mountain peak’s pavilion, transforming into a human-looking child of about three years old. It was a miraculous sight, a testament to the diverse and wondrous races of the world. If Orion had been there, he would have recognized the boy instantly as a perfect image of his own childhood.

"Kaelen, you are so clever!" Sophia said, her voice filled with a mother’s pride. "To master flight on your very first transformation."

The boy who had been a butterfly was Kaelen, Orion’s fourth son.

"I have much to learn, Butterfly Mother," the boy said, his voice clear and steady. "I have not yet learned the Enchanted Butterfly Step, or the Phantom Shuttle, or the Shadowless Escape..."

Kaelen had been born looking three years of age, able to walk from his first moment, and he had known his own name innately. To Sophia, it was all beyond belief.

According to Kaelen, the name was a gift from his father, the Giant King, who had also told him of his bloodline and his heritage.

"Did you truly hear your father’s voice?" she had asked him three days ago.

"Yes, Butterfly Mother," Kaelen had replied, pointing a small finger first to the sky, and then to the flowers in the valley. "Father was there. And there."

And he had been right. In that moment of communion with the world’s rules, Orion had been, in a sense, everywhere. The thought filled Sophia with a deep and profound worry. Now that Orion was an Archlord, would he come for Kaelen?

If he tried to take the boy, what could she do? Would the Dark Butterflies resist, or submit? The questions were a constant, silent torment, a desperation she hid from her innocent son.

Looking at him now, her eyes were full of love and boundless hope. Kaelen had been born with his bloodline already awakened, a perfect fusion of Orion’s giant heritage and the blood of the Dark Butterflies. At only three years old, he had already mastered his two forms, shifting between giant and butterfly with a fluid ease that made Sophia burn with envy.

He possessed the strength, endurance, and healing of a giant, along with the flight and magical aptitude of her own people. He had the fierce tenacity of the giants, and the eerie cunning of the butterflies.

"Don’t worry, Butterfly Mother," Kaelen said, his small face set with a fierce determination. "When I am big, I will drive away all the enemies waiting outside our valley." frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Sophia couldn’t help but pull him into a tight embrace. "You must keep that promise, my brave Kaelen."

His earnest, protective expression made her heart both swell with joy and ache with sorrow. This child, born into a siege, already carried the weight of his people on his tiny shoulders.

"Are you hungry, Kaelen? Shall Butterfly Mother get you something to eat?"

"Meat!" the boy cried, his serious expression breaking into a wide grin. "Kaelen wants meat! Kaelen wants meat!"

Titanion Realm, Stoneheart City.

With a shimmer of void energy, Orion stepped from the teleportation array in the military barracks. Outside, Lilith waited for him, holding Pallas by the hand, flanked by a retinue of guards.

Orion strode toward them, his steps seeming slow and measured, yet he crossed the distance in an instant.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Pallas shouted, overjoyed. He let go of Lilith’s hand and ran forward, his own arms outstretched, asking to be held.

A smile touched Orion’s lips. He swept the boy up, and Pallas immediately scrambled up his arm to his favorite perch on his father’s shoulders.

With his own bloodline now awakened, the boy felt an overwhelming sense of kinship and safety from Orion. He hugged the back of his father’s head, giddy with excitement.

"Daddy, Colosseum! Pallas wants to go to the Colosseum!" Other than the market and the castle walls, it was his favorite place in the city.

"Alright," Orion agreed easily. "We’ll go to the Colosseum."

Like most fathers, he doted on his children.

Lilith came forward and took his arm, her silence speaking volumes. A look of pure, blissful happiness was on her face as she prepared to follow them. Orion leaned down and kissed her forehead, then took a step toward the city.

At that exact moment, a mighty surge of void energy washed over Stoneheart City. It was the pull of a demigod. In the past, such a force would have been irresistible. Now, Orion could not only sense its approach, but he had a choice.

He felt the power, a summons without compulsion, and stopped, looking up at the sky.

"They are quick to react," he murmured.

With a thought, the avatar of the Giant King stepped out of his body. It stood tall, clad in the Lightning Cloak, wearing the Boots of the War-Tyrant, and holding a masterwork trident. The Giant King appeared, and without resistance, allowed the void energy to take hold, pulling it up and away into the heavens.

Watching his other self depart, Orion’s eyes narrowed, a faint, knowing smile on his lips.

It was time for the continent to hear the roar of the Giant King.

ROOOOAAAAARRRRR!

High above, the departing avatar unleashed its full might. The unrestrained aura of a new Archlord washed over Stoneheart City, over the vast territory of the giants. It became a great tidal wave of power, crashing outward, over the lands of the blood elves, the human kingdom, the great sea, and into the farthest corners of the world.

The roar was the sound of primal fury, of a prehistoric behemoth, of a titan god.

It was a terrifying, soul-shaking proclamation, a promise and a threat, as if it could shatter the very hearts of all who heard it.

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