Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 793: Another, Similar Presence

That sound was a thing of power, a roar that shook the very foundations of the world. For all who heard it, hearts seized, marrow froze, and a primal instinct to submit rose from the deepest parts of the soul.

The peoples of Utessar had felt such a thing before. It was the same overwhelming presence they had experienced when the white dragon Frostsire had first awoken. In an instant, a continent-spanning realization dawned: another Archlord had been born.

On this day, the roar of the Giant King echoed under the stars, filling every corner of the land.

For a moment after the avatar vanished into the void, Stoneheart City fell into a profound silence. It was broken by a single, exultant shout from a giant on the street. Another joined in, and then another, until the shouts became a unified, earth-shaking chorus.

Soon, the succubi, the buffalofolk, the obsidian golems, the gnolls, the bearmen, and all the other vassal races of the Horde realized what had happened, and their own voices joined the roaring celebration.

Orion, standing on the street with his wife and child, felt the tidal wave of faith wash over him. In the sea of his consciousness, the Asura Titan Form was once again bathed in the adoration of his people. The cheers did not stop; they grew, layering one on top of another, becoming a force of nature, a testament to the Horde’s newfound power.

In that sound, the people’s loyalty was forged into a fanatical devotion, both to Orion and to the Horde itself. Anyone with a shred of political sense understood. From this day forward, the Stoneheart Horde was truly a great power.

The Western Coast, Ironveil Escarpment.

Delilah stood upon the cliff’s edge, looking down upon the cheering masses. When the roar had washed over her, she knew. The Archlord of the Stoneheart Horde had returned.

"Your man ascends to the rank of Archlord and announces it to the world," she said without turning, a teasing note in her voice. "Such a glorious moment. Did those seer’s eyes of yours catch a glimpse of it?"

She glanced back at Sylvana, who stood beside the scorpion tribe’s High Priestess, Selenis.

"The future of the Stoneheart Horde," Sylvana replied, her voice as cryptic as ever, "is filled with hope."

"Your Majesty," Selenis interjected respectfully, "should we return to offer our congratulations to My Lord? This is a momentous event for the Horde."

The neighboring races and factions, if they had any sense, would already be dispatching envoys with tributes and felicitations. Stoneheart City would be overwhelmed with activity.

"In two days," Delilah decided, a smile she couldn’t suppress playing on her lips as she gazed at the grand canal stretching into the distance. "Once I have settled matters here, we will return."

"If we leave, will the Sea Race not attack?" Selenis asked, a hint of worry in her tone. The grand canal was vital to the Horde’s future; to leave it without its chief overseer felt like a risk.

"At a time like this?" Delilah laughed. "No one would be so foolish, especially not a great power. Just wait, Selenis. The Sea Race will not attack. On the contrary, I expect they will be sending an envoy of their own."

She turned and walked back toward the fortress. Sensing her approach, the Abyssal Dragon Xalathar, who had been leading the celebratory roars from his perch, fell silent, lowering his massive head to gaze at her.

"Lord Xalathar," Delilah said, her voice carrying both respect and command. "In three days, we return to Stoneheart City together. Our great lord should not be without his most loyal and imposing battle companion at his side."

The flattery worked perfectly. Xalathar’s great chest puffed with pride. As the bonded mount of Orion, he felt his master’s power more keenly than anyone.

"Excellent!" the dragon rumbled, his voice a happy earthquake. "Finally, I can leave this gods-forsaken rock and return to the master’s side! For his sake, Delilah, I suppose I can bear to carry you back myself."

He was thrilled. Perhaps, when his master saw him, he would be pleased and grant him a reward—a few high-tier soul-crystals, perhaps?

The North, Ogre Territory.

The ogre lord, Aldous, sat leaning against a great tree, a haunch of roasted meat in one hand and a dandelion-like weed in the other.

"Listen here," he said to the larger of his two heads. "From now on, you do what I say. When I say it."

"Not happening," the other head grunted. "You can’t beat me."

"My friend, the great Giant King, is an Archlord now. A terrifying, powerful being. If you don’t listen, I’ll have him beat you to death. Then I’ll control the body all by myself."

The larger head fell silent, its brutish face scrunching up in thought. After a long moment, a flicker of fear appeared in its eyes. "Fine! I’ll listen to you! But you have to feed me and let me sleep. No waking me up unless there are enemies."

A triumphant smirk spread across Aldous’s face. He had won control. He was finally in charge.

My friend is an Archlord, he thought, already contemplating the politics of it all. What gift should I send? How best to approach Orion now? Submission? Or an alliance? An alliance was better, more proactive. It would yield greater benefits.

He glanced at the other head, which had already started to snore. Stupid creature. Pathetic. All it knows is eating.

The South, The City of Blessings.

Within the royal palace’s forbidden sanctuary, Elf King Rommath and Grand Elder Lireesa approached the domain of the Guardian Tree. It was the dormant resting place of their guardian ancient, and the rise of a new Archlord was a matter that would undoubtedly shape the future of the continent.

After performing the ancient rites of respect, King Rommath looked up at the great, mist-shrouded tree. "Ancient Prophet," he called out. "Did you sense it? The aura of the Giant King?"

A voice, old as the earth itself, rustled through the dense branches. "That was a true Archlord. A mighty one." freeweɓnovel-cøm

The branches shifted, the mists parted, and on the massive trunk of the tree, two enormous eyes slowly opened, followed by a great, gaping mouth.

"And to the north of the blood elf lands... there is another, similar presence. Another Archlord."

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