Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 808: The Void Dragon’s Debut

Orion had never seen Leonidas in such a wretched state.

"You damned mongrel... you hurt me!"

"Son of a bitch! I’ll see you in the Abyss before I let you have an easy death!"

"You want to play? Fine! I’ll play with you until the bitter end!"

Orion maintained his assault on Grand General Dorian, but a part of his focus was locked on the Leonidas.

He could hear every curse Leonidas spat, and within them, he sensed a hysterical agony, a madness born from unbearable pain.

"A mere broken vessel... to hell with it!" Leonidas roared, his voice cracking. "By my true name, Alaron Kassadin, I offer this flesh! I sacrifice this avatar for the power of unending rupture! For me, BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!"

Inside the tesseract, Leonidas’s body became a canvas of blood-red runes. They glowed, searing themselves into his flesh like a master artisan’s tools, carving his very being into a living bomb—a dragon-shaped magical warhead.

A light that eclipsed the sun bloomed into existence.

In that instant, every champion watching felt their vision bleach into pure, searing white. The most terrifying explosions are the ones you cannot hear. There was no sound, only an oppressive, scorching radiance that washed over the heavens.

Only after the light subsided did the sound finally reach Orion, a low, keening thrum—the dying echo of an apocalypse.

A terrifying wave of pure energy radiated outward, shattering space itself. The crystalline tesseract disintegrated into glittering dust.

Leonidas’s dragon avatar, after a final, defiant roar of pain, had chosen to self-destruct.

It was an end Orion had never imagined.

Just then, a figure tumbled out of a rip in the void nearby. Its life force was a flickering ember, its form that of the Silver-Eyed Grand Sage, Merrick. He was in a state of near-death, his third eye clamped shut.

"KILL HIM!"

There was no time for grief. Leonidas had bought him this chance. Orion launched himself forward, a bolt of pure vengeance aimed at the dying Sage.

"Grand Sage!" Dorian cried out, his face a mask of joy at seeing his comrade alive. But that joy turned to sheer terror as he saw Orion’s killing charge.

In that critical, heart-stopping moment, Dorian made his choice. His third eye blazed, its focus shifting from himself to the distant figure of Merrick. His pupil spun at an impossible speed, projecting a shimmering field of slowed time around the fallen Sage.

It was a move of incredible risk. In doing it, Dorian had transferred his own impregnable defense, leaving himself exposed, his own defenses critically weakened.

Tragically, Orion didn’t notice.

His world slowed once more. The trident he thrust forward, a blur of righteous fury, was caught again in that temporal mire, frozen as if in amber.

Rage. Helplessness. A bitter, choking despair. Negative emotions flooded Orion’s heart.

Leonidas’s sacrifice... was it all for nothing?

As disappointment washed over him, he knew that if this attack failed, if Merrick had a moment to recover, he would be the one trapped in a battle for his life.

"Brother, I do believe that is my prey."

Suddenly, a voice echoed in the void. It was a voice he didn’t recognize, but the tone—that arrogant, swaggering cadence—was achingly familiar.

"Keep playing. Let’s see how you play now."

A silvery-gray dragon, perhaps thirty feet long, materialized from the void directly behind the helpless Grand Sage. Its form was sleek, ethereal, its scales shimmering with the light of distant stars. It was a Void Dragon, and with a snap of its jaws, it swallowed Merrick whole.

"Spatial lock!" Grand General Dorian shrieked, realizing with horror that Leonidas had somehow bypassed the temporal ward entirely.

"Brother?"

The time-slowing effect vanished. Orion stood before the Void Dragon, his mind reeling.

"Hahahaha! Impressive, isn’t it? Dashing, even," the dragon’s voice boomed with laughter. It shimmered, its form collapsing inward until it reformed into a man.

"You didn’t really think your brother only had that one, single fire dragon avatar, did you?"

"This is my Void Dragon form. I only finished refining it recently. An Archlord, isn’t it? Pretty damn cool, eh? Perfect for showing off."

Leonidas stood before him, completely human in shape, though a good head shorter than Orion. This new avatar was clearly that of an Archlord, and a powerful mid-tier one at that.

"This one’s a little... chewy," Leonidas said, letting out a loud burp and rubbing his slightly distended stomach. He had devoured the Grand Sage in a single bite, and the Archlord was now putting up a final, futile struggle within his personal digestive dimension. "Well, that old bastard was an Archlord, after all. A bit rich for my blood. I’ll need a moment to digest."

Orion didn’t reply. He turned his gaze back to Grand General Dorian.

"Brother, this one’s third eye. It slows time, stops any attack that gets near him. I can’t break through." He kept his focus locked on Dorian while explaining the General’s ability.

"Time-slowing?" Leonidas mused. "Ah... no wonder that old goat is giving me indigestion." He looked up, and his new, slate-gray eyes fixed on Dorian, projecting an immense, suffocating pressure.

"You... you swallowed the Grand Sage?" Dorian stammered, his voice a mixture of fury and raw terror. "You actually swallowed him? No! Spit him out! Let the Grand Sage go!"

In his panicked mind, a desperate plan formed: if he could kill Leonidas now, quickly, perhaps Merrick could still be saved. He raised his trident and, with a roar of desperation, charged. He had not lost his mind entirely; he re-established the time-slowing field around his own body first.

"You started this war, but now you’re angry that someone got eaten?" Leonidas sneered, his face hardening as he analyzed the temporal ward around Dorian. "Can’t afford to play, or just can’t afford to lose? Did you think a fight with us was some kind of children’s tea party?"

Suddenly, his voice sharpened. "Brother. Attack. Don’t think about anything else."

Orion didn’t question it. He unleashed his momentum, his form vanishing in a blur.

"Don’t worry," Leonidas said, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he looked at the charging Dorian. "Your turn is next."

A complex, mysterious rune—one of Orion’s own design—flared to life on Leonidas’s bare chest. It pulsed with an arcane light, but Leonidas himself remained perfectly still.

Across the battlefield, Orion didn’t hesitate. He thrust his trident, channeling into it an overwhelming torrent of lightning and blood-red energy.

There was no sound of impact.

The instant the trident touched Grand General Dorian, a portion of his avatar’s body was not pierced, but simply... carbonized. Then, it was annihilated.

Orion didn’t know what Leonidas had done, but he knew his attack had worked. All the frustration, the helplessness, the suffocating pressure of the battle erupted in that single moment. A savage grin spread across Orion’s face as he lunged forward, thrusting out his gauntleted left hand.

Before the Grand General’s terrified and disbelieving eyes, Orion’s claws plunged into his forehead and ripped his third eye from its socket.

The eye that could command the flow of time, the eye Orion had coveted from the start of the fight, was his.

"Aaaargh!"

With a final, agonizing scream, Grand General Dorian’s avatar dissolved into motes of light and died. But as his essence dissipated into the void, it left behind no spoils of war, no soul-crystal to mark his fall.