Having witnessed two of her children being destroyed and torn apart by Uranus, the last spark of love in Gaia’s heart for Uranus was completely wiped out.
This great Mother Goddess finally understood that the Uranus before her was no longer her true love — he had become a despotic and autocratic King of the Gods.
He was suspicious and arrogant.
Power and might had become absolute taboos in his heart, and for them, he was even willing to destroy his own family and bloodline with his own hands.
But the Mother Goddess was so kind-hearted that she simply couldn’t allow such a thing to happen.
She had already experienced the pain of losing a child twice — and absolutely didn’t want to go through it a third time!
But the Mother Earth, who held authority over fertility, didn’t know how to fight — let alone the fact that Uranus was now simply too powerful — so powerful it was despairing.
She couldn’t stop Uranus, and she couldn’t influence his thinking.
All they could do was watch as Uranus — believing his main problems had disappeared — grew more and more arrogant and overbearing, either forcing her into sexual relations against her will or “beating” the remaining children.
By now, the world was truly empty and desolate — nothing remained.
The only pleasure for the bored King of the Gods was torturing the gods.
He would order the sun to touch the sea water, watching their unbearable suffering — but they didn’t dare to disobey — and he would laugh loudly.
He would make Iapetus and Coeus fight each other, leaving them bruised and battered but never stopping them.
All kinds of tricks appeared — the gods complained endlessly, but they were powerless.
If this continued, she might soon lose a third child — or perhaps in the next “whim” of Uranus.
Just as Gaia didn’t know what to do, a figure quietly climbed the sacred mountain while Uranus was torturing the gods.
“Great Mother Earth, nurturer of all things — you look unwell.”
Facing the concerned question of the man in white, Gaia only said coldly:
“It’s all because of you.”
Prometheus felt a bit helpless when he heard this.
But as a prophet, being misunderstood was normal — Prometheus had no choice but to explain his helpless actions again.
In fact, Gaia understood perfectly well that all of this had little to do with Prometheus — it was all at Uranus’s request.
But whenever Gaia thought of her crippled youngest son, she couldn’t help but take her anger out on Prometheus.
“Why are you here?” Gaia said coldly.
“I don’t want to hear any of your annoying prophecies.”
“I’m here to help you out of your predicament,” Prometheus said.
“Perhaps you could hear my prophecy — maybe you’d gain something from it.”
“I don’t want to hear it.
My situation doesn’t need your solution either.” Gaia said ruthlessly.
“Now leave my sight immediately!”
She took a stance of refusing to communicate, unwilling to say more.
Prometheus became even more helpless and could only sigh quietly.
“If that’s the case, I won’t bother you anymore — but…
Your Highness, Great Mother Earth, if one day you change your mind or find yourself in a dead end, you can come to me again.”
“By that time, perhaps you’ll want to listen to me.”
Having said that, seeing that Gaia was still unmoved, he could only sigh and leave.
Only when they left the sacred mountain did Prometheus look up at the desolate land.
Under Uranus’s destruction, this newborn world was already full of holes — but this was only the beginning.
“Doesn’t the Mother Goddess want to hear a single word from you?”
A cold voice came from behind.
Prometheus didn’t turn around, sighing: “Perhaps she has her own ideas.”
Themis, dressed in white, walked up to Prometheus, her beautiful brows furrowed, and she couldn’t help but ask: “Will the order you spoke of really return?”
“Yes.”
Prometheus answered without hesitation — but a moment later, a hint of helplessness appeared on his face: “But the time isn’t right yet.”
Themis nodded, raised her delicate face, and with her eyes covered by the white cloth, looked together at the destroyed land, saying softly:
“Let’s hope that day comes soon.”
Prometheus had already given up on trying to change Uranus’s fate.
Originally, he had directly given “Cronus” as the prophecy — to protect himself and prevent further schemes against him, as well as to make one last attempt to change Uranus’s fate.
Earlier, Uranus had treated the gods and the world the same way because he was troubled by the prophecy — so Prometheus revealed the true content of the prophecy.
But after dealing with Cronus and breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Uranus showed no signs of remorse for his actions.
In fact, having solved one of the main problems, he became even more reckless.
This deeply taught Prometheus one truth:
You reap what you sow, and you cannot survive.
Some kings of the gods were overthrown — and there was a reason for it.
Since he couldn’t save him, Prometheus gave up and decided to go with the flow, beginning to think about how to overthrow Uranus and save the world without Cronus.
This wasn’t difficult — he even had a way.
But clearly the time wasn’t right yet — the Mother Earth goddess Gaia seemed to have her own ideas.
If that was the case, then wait a little longer and see what good idea Gaia would come up with.
But thinking about it, Gaia’s methods were only some of them.
When she had tried everything, she would probably realize how ridiculous she was at this moment.
And Prometheus knew that day wasn’t far off.
As Prometheus predicted, Gaia’s plan was actually very simple.
That was to use their reproductive rights.
After Uranus finished dealing with the gods and happily returned to the sacred mountain, he found the Mother Goddess Gaia to have a second round of fun — but this time, Gaia didn’t look at him coldly.
It had been hundreds of years since he had faced Cronus, and every time he united with Gaia, it was quite unpleasant.
He even had to rely on the power of creation to suppress Gaia before she would give in — and every time, Gaia resisted desperately.
Although Uranus found Gaia amusing in a different way, he still missed the Gaia who had always been his favorite.
Most importantly — without Gaia, the goddess of fertility, they could never create new deities.
But this time, Gaia no longer resisted or rejected him.
Uranus was instantly overcome with excitement — they united with unprecedented depth, heaven and earth merging tightly.
During their union, endless laws collided fiercely, endless matter rapidly formed, and cosmic movement reached its peak.
Under the powerful rumble of the laws, the gods sensed something and looked toward the high mountain.
There, a completely new and powerful aura was forming.
After countless ages beyond human understanding, accompanied by terrifying roars and dazzling lights, three completely new lives were born.
They were:
Arges, symbolizing light — governing brilliance and vision.
As the eldest son, he represented the dazzling flash of lightning that split the night sky.
The second son, Steropes, symbolized lightning — governing both lightning and high temperatures.
He represented the twisting energy path within the lightning that tore the sky apart.
And the youngest son, Brontes, symbolized thunder — governing thunder and intimidation.
He represented the massive soundwave that followed the lightning and could shake everything in heaven and earth.
Because they carried the Mother Earth’s hatred and desire to rebel against Uranus, these three new lives were completely different from the other gods — ugly and repulsive, with only one eye each.
After so many years, finally having new offspring — Uranus was very much looking forward to it.
But after seeing these three ugly big fellows…
He was completely stunned on the spot.