Orion felt the distant hum, a low-frequency vibration shivering through the air. Even from the human kingdoms and the territories held by the Blood Elves, stray threads of Faith Energy were drifting across the continent, converging on him.

"Orion," a soft voice broke his concentration. "I can feel it on you. A kind of... absolute purity."

It was a hazy, twilight evening. On the highest balcony of the castle citadel, Lilith leaned against the stone railing. Her sheer gown did little to obscure her curves, allowing the evening breeze to caress her skin.

Orion stepped up behind her, wrapping his massive arms around her waist.

"You've improved," he murmured, resting his chin near her temple. "You can perceive the flow of Faith Energy now."

It wasn't just the purity of the energy that allowed her to sense it; it was a testament to her own grueling cultivation.

"I'm just lucky, my love." Lilith didn't turn around. Instead, she leaned back, melting into his embrace, greedily inhaling his scent. It was an aroma that intoxicated her—the smell of raw power and ancient earth.

Orion remained silent. He knew the truth.

The gap in their power was a chasm that only widened with time, placing an immense, crushing pressure on her. To the outside world, Lilith was the fortunate one, the beauty who had snagged a rising god. But they didn't see the reality. The women in Orion's life lived in a constant state of beautiful agony, pushing their bodies and souls to the breaking point just to stay within sight of his shadow.

"I am who I am," Orion said, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "And you are my wife. That was true yesterday, it is true today, and it will be true a thousand years from now."

He kissed the top of her head.

The burden of being the Giant King's consort was heavy. With the arrival of Isilra and Seraphina—beings who combined breathtaking beauty with terrifying, high-tier power—the unspoken hierarchy of the harem had shifted. The pressure was enough to break a lesser woman.

Lilith turned in his arms, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. "Honey... I want another child."

A flush of shyness colored her cheeks, but her gaze was steel. If she couldn't match him in raw combat power, she would bind him with a bloodline. That was her strategy. She was at the peak of the Legend rank now; surely, she thought, her body was strong enough to bear his seed again.

Orion looked at her, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. She didn't understand.

Since his ascension to Demigod status, his biology had fundamentally changed. Unless a woman possessed a constitution bordering on the divine, conception was nearly impossible.

Only Seraphina can handle it, Orion thought grimly. Her physiology is the only one robust enough to carry my heir without breaking.

"Okay," Orion said softly.

He didn't have the heart to crush her hope. The odds were astronomical, but he wouldn't deny her the attempt.

Orion swept Lilith off her feet and carried her into the bedroom.

Lilith didn't stay passive. As a high succubus, her body was her primary weapon and her greatest joy. With a flicker of intent, the remnants of her gown dissolved into thin air, replaced instantly by a construct of her own magic: a harness of black, oiled leather and translucent lace that pushed her breasts upward and framed her hips.

"Love me," she whispered, her voice vibrating with a low, melodic thrum.

The night that followed was a storm of primal intensity. It was a collision between a Giant and a Succubus, a dance of sheer size and magical endurance. Lilith gave everything she had, her body straining to accommodate the overwhelming presence of a Demigod. She didn't just want pleasure; she wanted to be filled, to have his divine power take root deep inside her.

It was a night of fury, tenderness, and desperate prayer. Lilith begged him not to hold back, and Orion, respecting her resolve, gave her exactly what she asked for.

The next morning, their slumber was broken not by the sun, but by a commotion outside the door.

Elara and Pallas.

Pallas, approaching adulthood, understood the implications of a locked door. He had heard the muffled sounds the night before—sounds that made his ears burn—and was extremely reluctant to disturb his parents.

Elara, however, didn't give a damn about social nuances.

To Elara, Orion's return was the only thing that mattered. She had a wishlist, and she intended to get it fulfilled. She had dragged Pallas along as a shield, figuring that two cute children were harder to yell at than one.

Creak.

The heavy oak doors swung open. Orion and Lilith, fully dressed and looking refreshed, stepped out.

"Daddy! I missed you!"

Orion laughed as Elara scrambled up his leg and perched herself on his shoulder. He reached up, ruffling the little girl's hair.

He turned his gaze to Pallas. The boy was shifting his weight from foot to foot, looking awkward. Although he had reverted to his smaller form, his mind was maturing. He couldn't quite manage Elara's effortless affection anymore.

"Hah! Why so shy, son?"

Orion reached out with a massive hand, grabbed Pallas by the back of his tunic, and hoisted him onto his other shoulder.

Currently, Pallas looked like a normal youngling. The terrifying four-headed, eight-armed combat form was suppressed deep within him.

"Let's go," Orion announced. "We're taking a walk through Stoneheart."

"Yay!" Elara cheered.

"Yes, Father," Pallas added, relaxing slightly.

Stoneheart City was a chaotic masterpiece. It lacked the uniform architecture of human kingdoms, replacing it with a sprawling, organic mosaic of styles. Shops run by a dozen different races lined the streets, and the crowd was a kaleidoscope of strange fashion and exotic anatomies.

From the misty morning until the sun blazed high overhead, and then until the lanterns began to flicker on at dusk, Orion carried his children through the city.

He walked under a heavy veil of stealth. To the bustling crowds, he was invisible, a ghost in the machine. Aside from a few stops where Elara pointed out street food she wanted, Orion didn't interact with a soul.

By the time the stars were dusting the sky, they returned to the castle. Lilith was waiting at the gates with her maids.

"He's all yours," Orion said, handing a sleepy Pallas to his mother.

Lilith smiled, taking the boy. Orion kept Elara on his shoulder and marched toward the main hall, toward the massive throne that had once been his place of slumber.

He sat on the throne, placing Elara on the wide stone armrest—a privilege even Pallas had never been granted.

"Elara," Orion said, his tone shifting from playful to serious. "You have something you want to ask me, don't you?"

Elara stood up on the armrest, her eyes bright. "Daddy, I want to be like little brother."

"I want the four heads and eight arms!"

As she spoke, she cast a spell. Illusions flickered around her. Six spectral, chubby white arms sprouted from her back. On her shoulders, three heads began to manifest. She posed, mimicking the mudras and battle stances she had seen Pallas use.

"I have the look," she declared, puffing out her chest, "but I'm missing the vibe!"

Honestly, the fact that she could mimic the Titan form this well proved she had been watching Pallas with obsessive detail.

Orion offered a mild critique of her spellcasting form, then scooped her up into his hands, holding her eye-level.

"The [Four-Headed, Eight-Armed Avatar] is the true combat manifestation of the Stoneheart Titan bloodline," Orion said gravely. "Do you really want it?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I really want it!" She nodded furiously.

"It is a process of excruciating pain. It requires breaking and rebuilding the body. Do you still want it?"

"I'm not afraid of pain!" Elara shouted.

For Elara, pain wasn't a deterrent. It was just another sensation. To her, everything possessed by intelligent beings was something for her to acquire and enjoy. Fear was a concept she hadn't quite learned.

Orion fell silent. He stared into her eyes—pure, innocent, and terrifyingly greedy.

"Elara," he said finally. "Wait here for a moment."

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