Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 811: A grand gesture

In Tusha’s experience, a demigod without selfishness simply did not exist. Every action, every word, was a coin spent in the currency of self-interest. He had witnessed countless beings wrap themselves in the banner of light, only to use it as a tool for their own avaricious ends. He himself was no different. Not even the gods were.

"Tusha, you will never understand," Valthor’s voice resonated, no longer from a single point, but from the very air itself. "This is my home. This is the world that gave me life. It is the world where my family, my people, still dwell. As long as I draw breath, the Emerald Veil will not fall to ruin."

His voice grew stronger, more passionate, for he could feel the fusion nearing its completion.

"Tusha! Light and darkness, in opposition and fusion, in dependence and complement—the rules are about to be made whole! You have not won... and I have not lost! Hahahaha..."

Valthor’s voice grew fainter and fainter, dissipating like smoke on the wind.

And the Emerald Veil was reborn.

The absolute darkness that had smothered the world suddenly receded. In its place was a world of pure, brilliant light. The sun, moons, and stars shone with an impossible clarity. Every living creature touched by the rules of the realm began to emit its own gentle luminescence.

Even Orion and Leonidas found their bodies glowing with a soft, inner radiance.

Only Arthas remained untouched, shrouded in his mantle of ghostly green fire, the new law unable to approach him.

"Light and darkness, good and evil... they still stand in opposition," Arthas mused, watching the change. "But now... they permeate one another. They can merge. The darkness still exists, but the light can now drive it back."

He sheathed his sword, and the green fire around him died down.

"Arthas, spare me the high-sounding philosophical nonsense that doesn’t mean a damn thing," Leonidas’s gruff, impatient voice cut through the air, shattering the pensive moment. "Just tell me what in the hells just happened."

Arthas turned, about to speak, but the world changed yet again.

Light and darkness began to pulse, like the inhale and exhale of a sleeping god. The world was no longer purely one or the other; it grew blurry, dim, indistinct.

A mist began to form, a roiling fog of an indescribable color that was nevertheless visible to the naked eye. It enveloped everything.

Within this mist, all opposites—light and dark, water and fire, truth and lies, right and wrong—seemed to war with each other, to merge with each other, to become dependent on one another. The rules had changed. Light and darkness were no longer absolutes; they could now transform into one another, be born from one another.

Every living being bathed in the mist felt a fundamental shift within their bodies. A new path of evolution had opened to them.

Valthor had succeeded.

From this moment forward, every creature in the Emerald Veil was granted a choice. The corrupting, evil influence on the realm still existed. But now, woven into the fabric of reality, was a new rule to oppose and repel it.

It was a Light. Valthor’s Light.

And from this moment forward, the Emerald Veil was a dim, mist-shrouded world, pregnant with new and terrible possibilities.

"A truly grand gesture," Arthas said. He reached out a hand, dismissing the deathly aura that clung to his gauntlet to touch and perceive the new mist. "Evil and light, mutually repellent, yet each able to slowly alter and evolve the bloodlines they touch. The Emerald Veil has received a blessing from this disaster. This world... it will grow more prosperous, and more powerful, from this day on."

With a flick of his wrist, he cast the mist from his hand, and the aura of death settled over him once more.

"Though I do not know his name, I know this: a demigod has just sacrificed himself. By some unknown method, he has fused a sliver of his own law of light into the very fabric of this world. That law can dispel the evil corruption, without negating the evolutionary benefits the corruption provides."

"The Emerald Veil(Emerald Dream Realm)... is about to become a very, very desirable piece of property."

Orion, whose understanding did not reach such cosmic heights, found himself lost in the explanation. "Brother, just tell us what we should do now," he said, getting back to the point. "And those Silver-Eyed down there... they are of great use to us."

He held up the third eye he had torn from Dorian’s skull and explained its unique power.

Arthas took the eye, examined it for a moment, then handed it back. "Kill every enemy combatant on this side of the mountain," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Harvest their eyes. As for the rest of their people on the other side of the range... enslave them all."

Orion and Leonidas exchanged a look, then relayed the orders to their commanders on the field below. The allied forces, unleashed and with a clear objective, fell upon the enemy with renewed fury. A storm of slaughter and death swept across the battlefield.

With a demigod and two Archlords watching from the heavens, not a single Silver-Eyed soldier would escape.

But just as the final battle began, another change occurred.

The sky, which had seemed like a placid mirror, suddenly shattered. Visions flooded the heavens—light and darkness, raging tides and hurricanes, clouds of blood and shimmering silver. The demigods who had been sealed away had broken their chains. They were arriving.

In the void above, stars began to blink into existence. Each one was the light of a demigod, and their appearance brought with it a wave of infinite awe and terror. Thirteen of them, some as phantom projections, others in their true forms, filled the sky, bathing the world in a mysterious, divine glow.

Mortals looked up, and in the face of such sacred, majestic power, they felt a sense of utter powerlessness, of being adrift in a sea of fate they could not control.

The spectacle lasted only for a few seconds. Then, as one, the demigods scattered, streaking off toward the three continents and the vast oceans of the realm.

One of them descended, landing beside Arthas. It was Deputy Commander Edward. He studied the Skeleton King for a long moment.

"I was about to order a temporary withdrawal from the Emerald Veil," Edward said, his voice grim. "It is a good thing you awoke when you did—sooner than I had anticipated."

Arthas gave a slight, knowing nod. He had been given a rescue mission by the Deputy Commander’s storm avatar the moment he awoke, but he still didn’t know the full strategic picture. Edward did.

"The cake is gone," the Deputy Commander said, his words meant for Orion and Leonidas. "But the land remains. The fight to divide the prize has now become a scramble for territory. The Emerald Veil has been reborn, but it is also about to be plunged into a long, chaotic war."

He turned his full attention to them. "I have already notified Alexander, Kraken, and Isabella. They are to abandon their holdings on the Dawn Continent and teleport to the Dusk Continent immediately. Our new objective is to seize the entirety of the Dusk Continent and its surrounding seas."

His final words were for Arthas alone. "Demigods from other worlds will be arriving in force. For the foreseeable future, you and I are to hold this ground."