Gaia’s idea was very simple.
Unable to fight Uranus, she used her power over birth to create children who could stand against him.
And so the three Cyclopes were born.
They were rough and primitive in appearance — huge bodies like small mountains — and because they had only one round eye in the middle of their foreheads, they were called Cyclopes.
Most importantly, under Gaia’s careful design, these three Cyclopes were not like other gods who were made of pure laws.
Instead, they were born with solid physical bodies — a perfect blend of matter and divinity.
They inherited the best qualities of both the Mother Earth and the Heavenly Father.
They were skilled craftsmen by nature, the finest smiths, able to forge the most beautiful and powerful weapons.
What’s more, their power — drawn from the Mother Earth and their own nature — was immense.
From the moment of birth, they were even stronger than the twelve Titans, each reaching the peak level of divine power.
With such strength, given time, reaching even higher levels of divine power was within their grasp.
And thunder, lightning, and storms were the most terrifying and direct forces in the cosmos — they also meant that even the highest sky could be covered with dark clouds!
For the first time, Uranus felt a faint threat from one of his own children.
Although the threat wasn’t very strong — just a little annoying to him — it was enough to make him angry.
Anyone who displeased the King of the Gods was guilty by nature — and did not deserve to exist!
So Uranus struck.
Just as these three children were born — before they could even see what their father and mother looked like — Uranus’s mighty power of creation exploded again.
Gaia sensed something was wrong.
Her face changed, and she cried out with a trembling voice: “Uranus, what are you doing?
They are our children!”
Uranus completely ignored her.
To a King of the Gods, family meant nothing — children were only useful because they helped the world’s laws grow and made him stronger.
But soon he ran into trouble — not because of Gaia’s pleas, and not because those three ugly children moved him to pity, but because…
These three Cyclopes were neither pure matter nor pure laws — so he couldn’t erase their minds like Ourea, nor could he split their origins like Cronus.
All the old methods had failed.
Uranus had to come up with something new.
These three Cyclopes were completely different from the twelve Titans.
Facing the King of the Gods’s overwhelming power, they showed no fear — instead, they glared at him with their single eyes.
Seeing this, Uranus flew into a rage and laughed bitterly.
He felt that even his dignity as King of the Gods had been insulted — and that made him furious.
“Gaia, look at them!
These monsters don’t deserve to be called gods — they don’t even respect their King!”
As he spoke, his eyes swept across the distant land.
Suddenly, an idea came to him.
Deep beneath the earth lay the abyssal god Tartarus.
It was a vast, invisible pit at the bottom of the world — and also the very essence of that place.
Among the five primordial gods who appeared on their own in the Chaos world — except for Gaia, who was too much like a person — the others had almost no human-like form.
This made them incredibly powerful — but because they lacked human form, they never got involved in the struggles of the gods, let alone the affairs of the King’s family.
Tartarus was no different.
In Uranus’s eyes, this made it the perfect prison.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he unleashed his creative power and mercilessly drove the three giants into the deepest part of the earth, sealing them inside the bottomless abyss.
At the same time, the King of the Gods’s voice boomed across the land: “By the authority of the King of the Gods, I declare the Cyclopes guilty.
They shall be imprisoned forever — until the very end of time!”
Everything happened so fast that before the other gods could react, the three newborn giants were already dealt with.
Uranus’s cruel and cold actions brought unbearable pain to Gaia.
The Abyss lay at the deepest part of the earth.
Throwing her children into the abyss was like forcing them back into her own womb.
Gaia stared at everything in shock, her face twisted with pain.
Her usually gentle and loving expression now looked almost savage:
“Uranus, are you out of your mind?
Do you even understand what you’ve done!”
Uranus remained completely unmoved — he was even quietly relieved that the threat had been removed.
But Gaia felt like she was losing her mind.
The Cyclopes weren’t dead — the darkness of the abyss and the pain of imprisonment made them wail without end, and all those cries echoed deep within the earth.
Gaia’s mind was filled with the screams of her children — this torment was worse than any physical pain.
An unbearable rage rose in the heart of this once-kind Mother Goddess — she had never hated anyone so much, and that person had once been her true love.
How ironic.
But Uranus ignored Gaia’s resentful glare.
He even found it amusing and came at her again.
Because Gaia’s power was about nurturing and had almost no offensive strength, Uranus never saw her as a threat.
He simply thought that the children born this time were displeasing to him — he needed to father a new, perfect law to show the majesty of the King of the Gods.
Gaia stopped speaking.
She no longer struggled in vain — which only excited Uranus more.
But in her eyes — once full of love — there was now nothing but cold ashes, and beneath those ashes, a fire of hatred that would never die.
Heaven and earth joined once again — and this time, Gaia carried an even deeper resolve.
She would use the King of the Gods’s own power to give birth to an even mightier god of matter — one who could stand against the sky itself!
Their love had vanished like smoke — now all she had left was vengeance.
Gaia silently swore in her heart that she would make Uranus pay!
Meanwhile, Prometheus — who had been watching the sacred mountain from afar — saw everything, felt the pulse of the cosmic laws, sensed the immense power still forming, and knew the time was near.
After the Cyclopes incident, the King and Queen had almost completely broken apart — and the rift between them was now…
almost there.
It was time for him to act.