Prometheus took some time to calm the heartbroken ocean goddess and said he would visit the ocean to prevent trouble after Oceanus and Tethys disappeared — to make sure there was no chaos among the three thousand ocean goddesses and three thousand river gods.
But just as he was about to leave, Epimetheus blocked his way.
Epimetheus was now only as tall as Prometheus’s thigh, but his youthful little face was full of seriousness as he spoke with a straight face:
“I sensed that Atlas didn’t even go to hold up the sky.
He headed toward the sacred mountain — he went to find the King of the Gods Uranus!”
“Hmm, and then?” Prometheus asked.
“He must have gone to tell the King of the Gods your prophecy!” Epimetheus grew anxious.
“Don’t you get it?
You’re being watched!”
“I know — so isn’t this just sending him away?” Prometheus smiled.
“Don’t block the way — I have to go take care of business.”
With that, he avoided the stunned Epimetheus and walked out.
It wasn’t until he had walked far away that Epimetheus suddenly realized something and shouted at him: “You did that on purpose?”
Prometheus smiled but did not reply, continuing toward the ocean.
Of course he did it on purpose.
And that prophecy was, of course, false — it was spoken specifically for Uranus.
As for the aura of fate the three gods sensed at that time…
For a god of destiny, releasing a bit of aura was naturally not difficult.
The aura of fate and the aura produced by prophecy were still somewhat different.
This difference couldn’t fool gods with powerful divine power — but the three gods present at the time…
none of them had reached that level.
“If I couldn’t fool the King of the Gods, how could I possibly fool you, a heaven-bearer?”
Prometheus chuckled inwardly, but his speed was anything but slow.
He quickly reached the ocean at the edge of the world — but did not stop — instead heading toward the farther edge of the world.
Because the true target he wanted to visit on this trip was Pontus — the primordial sea god, brother of the King of the Gods Uranus, and the god born alone from Gaia.
Rather than saying Pontus was the god of the sea, it was more accurate to say he was the god who symbolized the sunken earth.
The ocean existed because of him, and he corresponded exactly to Ourea — the god of the rising mountains.
But now Ourea was gone, leaving only Pontus barely surviving under the pressure of the King of the Gods.
With Ourea completely erased, all twelve Titans sealed, and Gaia’s resistance failed — having witnessed all this, Pontus was now terrified.
He shrank at the edge of the world, trembling and trying hard to lower his presence — afraid that he would be the next one dealt with by the King of the Gods.
So when he sensed Prometheus approaching, his first reaction was terror.
He even wanted to flee — afraid to meet Prometheus, fearing that Uranus was watching him, and even more afraid that Uranus might suspect he was colluding with the prophet to do something.
But Prometheus seemed to anticipate his reaction — blocking his escape route.
“Great Primordial Sea God, Your Highness Pontus, why do you bother with this?” Prometheus spoke, his voice helpless.
“You little rascal — are you trying to get me killed on purpose?” Pontus scolded, though no matter how you listened, his voice sounded like a fierce man but actually weak — like a guilty thief.
There was no other way — the primordial sea god was panicking now, afraid that Uranus would descend here at any moment and wipe him out completely.
“Your Highness, there’s no need to panic.
His Majesty the King of the Gods is busy with other matters right now and won’t be watching us.”
Compared to his panic, Prometheus was much calmer — even wearing a faint smile on his face.
Hearing that he wasn’t being watched by the King of the Gods, Pontus quietly breathed a sigh of relief and asked: “What brings you here to see me?”
“Let me be clear up front: I don’t want to get involved in your family’s affairs, nor do I want to oppose Uranus.
I just want to stay in my ocean.”
The last person to stand up for Gaia was now only a ‘corpse.’ Every time Pontus saw those mountains in the world, he felt a sense of sorrow — like a fox grieving for a dead rabbit.
So not long ago — when Gaia’s resistance failed and Uranus retaliated against him — his agonized screams echoed across the world.
Pontus only covered his ears, not daring to look even once.
Although he was Uranus’s brother, he disliked conflict and was a completely good-natured man — very sincere.
Now that Prometheus was coming to find him, he could somewhat guess his purpose, so he made his position clear in advance.
Seeing this, Prometheus sighed again and said helplessly: “Your Highness, have you ever heard the saying: ‘A tree may want to be still, but the wind will not stop’?”
“Now that Ourea and the Twelve Titans have been dealt with — Your Highness, guess who will be next?
Or do you think the King of the Gods will show mercy and let you go?”
Upon hearing this, Pontus’s lips trembled, his eyes full of bitterness.
“I know everything you said — but…” Pontus sighed, “If I resist, I will surely die.
If I don’t, how many days can I survive?”
“You saw it too — Uranus…
is so strong.
What else can I do now?”
“You don’t need to charge into battle, nor do you need to confront the King of the Gods head-on.” Prometheus smiled and said: “But you can end all of this.”
Pontus was stunned upon hearing this, and when he realized what Prometheus had said, he quickly waved his hand: “No, no, no — I can’t.”
Watching Pontus shaking his head like a rattle, Prometheus felt a bit helpless.
In fact, resisting the power of a King of the Gods wasn’t the most important thing — what mattered was the courage to do so.
But the primordial sea god before him clearly didn’t have that.
“Trust me — you can do it.” Prometheus spoke with utmost solemnity: “If you are willing to believe me, will you listen to me?”
“Go ahead.”
“I can’t make detailed predictions — or the King of the Gods will notice.
But I can tell you this: where everything begins, it will end.”
“And you — you can forever eliminate future troubles.”
“You don’t need to do anything — just remember these few words from me.
When the time is right, you’ll know what to do.”
Pontus stared at him in a daze, and after a long moment, finally made up his mind.
With a trembling voice, he said: “I…
I want to go ask the great Mother Goddess…”
Unlike the Twelve Titans, Pontus had never witnessed Prometheus’s prophecy firsthand.
Although he had heard Prometheus’s legend, he still found it hard to believe.
At this moment, only the great Mother Earth could give him a sense of security.
In his view, Gaia was always more determined than a junior like Prometheus.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” Prometheus’s expression grew increasingly helpless.
“Right now, Mother Earth should be busy searching for her sisters and finding a way to break the deadlock.”
After all, the precious time he had painstakingly created — Prometheus believed Gaia would never miss.
“But…
that respected Mother Earth will likely come to see me soon and ask if I have any ideas.
So if you have anything to say to her, I can help pass it on for you.” Prometheus said gently.
Pontus stared blankly at him — casually revealing Gaia’s whereabouts and thoughts — and couldn’t help but murmur:
“No need to ask — I…”
“I already know the answer.”