Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 804: The Third Eye

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Chapter 804: The Third Eye

The moment he regained his footing, Orion saw them emerge from the chaotic darkness ahead: two figures and a beast. One was a Silver-Eyed warrior, another a great mage shrouded in a white cloak, and with them, a sea monstrous. Its back was lined with jagged dorsal plates that pulsed with a malevolent, deep-sea luminescence as it rose from the churning energies of the tunnel.

ROOOOAAAARRR!

A piercing, draconic cry echoed. Seadragon King Neptor reacted instantly, his form swelling into that of a colossal seadragon. He unleashed the power of his domain, and in the space of two breaths, an elemental ocean flooded the tunnel. Tides, waves, undertows, and storms surged into being, crashing against their foes.

"By the Sacred Light, be scattered!" Saint Noel raised his staff, and his body became a font of brilliance. A world of holy light bloomed, banishing the tunnel’s oppressive gloom and mist.

A battle, once begun, cannot be so easily ended by the one who started it. And Orion, having been the target of an ambush that had nearly annihilated him, would not let this go unanswered.

BOOM!

The instant he was stable, he launched himself at the nearest foe—the Silver-Eyed warrior. Orion’s speed was a blur of motion, but his target was no slower. The third eye on the warrior’s forehead blinked open, its gaze fixing on the charging giant.

Orion’s trident, wreathed in fire and lightning, struck home.

But the Silver-Eyed one’s body dissolved like a dream-bubble, vanishing without a trace. Orion knew some special art had been used to evade the blow, but its nature was a mystery. With no time to think, he activated his Ghostly Steps, weaving through the void to conceal himself. He would not remain hidden for long.

"Die!" he roared, reappearing and launching another Instant Impact, this time at the reptilian behemoth that was wrestling with King Neptor. The beast was a massive target, the easiest from which to draw blood for his rite.

Pshk!

He struck true. His trident punched through the creature’s armored scales. The sea monstrous bellowed, a world-shaking roar that tore through the elemental tides, its dorsal plates flaring with a violent, blue-green light as its body arched and swelled. The concussive force threw both Orion and Neptor back.

"Sacred Pressure!" a voice thundered from behind them. "Sacred Judgment!"

It was Saint Noel. While Orion had been attacking the sea monstrous, the other two had changed targets. The Silver-Eyed warrior and the white-cloaked mage had ambushed the holy man.

Noel’s Sacred Pressure erupted from him as a defensive wave, resisting the mage’s binding spells, while his Sacred Judgment—an irresistible bolt of holy power—blasted the Silver-Eyed warrior. And just as before, the target dissolved into a phantasmal duplicate and vanished. Saint Noel’s shouts were not just expressions of fury; they were a desperate call for help.

To turn back and hunt the elusive Silver-Eyed one was a fool’s errand. So Orion changed targets again. He vanished, reappearing an instant later behind the white-cloaked mage as his Eightfold Spear Barrage materialized in the air around them.

"When light shines into darkness," the mage chanted, his voice distorted, "the darkness still exists."

Forced to abandon his assault on Noel, the mage was enveloped by shadow, his form collapsing into a perfect black sphere. Yet, paradoxically, that sphere of absolute darkness was surrounded by a halo of blindingly pure light.

Orion’s trident and spears struck the halo and stopped dead, unable to advance a single inch.

"BREAK!" Orion bellowed.

They were both Archlords. In a contest of equals, he refused to believe any defense was unbreakable. His Titan Form blazed into existence, his power increasing exponentially.

Raw lightning and churning blood-energy coiled around his trident, building into a world-breaking force.

"I care not if you are darkness or light! You will shatter before me!"

His trident became a bolt of sky-punishing judgment. It struck the halo, and with no sound of cracking or breaking, it simply began to sink into the mage’s defense, like a drop of ink falling onto white paper.

The sheer power of the attack was a beacon in the chaotic tunnel. The Silver-Eyed warrior, seeing his companion about to fall, abandoned his attack on Noel and flashed through the void, appearing just in front of the white-cloaked mage an instant before Orion’s trident struck home.

The mage was thrown clear as the trident plunged deep into the Silver-Eyed warrior’s chest. This time, the body flickered violently for a moment before dissolving, but it left behind a slick of dark blood on Orion’s weapon.

Orion’s face was a mask of cold fury. He glanced at the blood on his trident, and a slow, grim smile touched his lips.

I have the blood of the saurian titan and the Silver-Eyed one. Now, which shall be the sacrifice?

He activated his Ghostly Steps again, his gaze falling upon the reptilian behemoth, still locked in a desperate struggle with Neptor. The greatest variable in this fight, the greatest threat, was the elusive Silver-Eyed warrior. If not for his desperate attempt to save his friend, Orion might never have had the chance to even wound him.

"Spectre of Dragons, sleeping in endless night," Orion’s voice echoed through the tunnel, cold and strange, "hear my call! Through this blood, I offer a tribute you hunger for..."

A ghostly dragon materialized behind him. It opened its spectral jaws and seized upon the hidden Silver-Eyed warrior, yanking him from the void and pinning his body, mind, and soul.

Forced from his evasive state, the warrior appeared, paralyzed and helpless.

Orion turned. His left hand became a talon. He plunged it into the warrior’s face and ripped the third eye from its socket.

The Silver-Eyed one could not even scream.

Orion secured the Archlord’s eye, then thrust his trident forward, plunging it into the raw, empty socket. A storm of lightning erupted. Electricity poured from the warrior’s eyes, nose, and mouth.

A moment later, Orion withdrew his trident. The Ghost Dragon descended, and the body of the Silver-Eyed one was consumed, turning to dust.

An Archlord had fallen.

It had all happened so fast that the white-cloaked mage and the saurian titan had no time to react.

"TE’AIR!" the mage shrieked, a sound of pure, soul-shattering anguish. "No..."

He and Te’air had been the closest of friends, their bond forged through countless wars and endless centuries. And now, that bond had led Te’air to his doom, abandoning a tactical advantage to save the friend he could not bear to lose.

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