Theron returned to his dwelling.
He knew that the moment he had been waiting for was not far away.
Time passed quickly.
The Titan Gods continued to live in constant anxiety.
Gaia suppressed her anger and endured her growing resentment, while Uranus remained as arrogant and domineering as ever.
A hundred years after the Cyclopes were imprisoned, Gaia gave birth to three more monsters.
This time, they were the Hecatoncheires—beings even more terrifying than the Cyclopes.
They possessed fifty heads and a hundred arms.
Their appearances were hideous, and they feared neither danger nor divine authority.
Their immense bodies contained terrifying strength.
They were even more powerful than the Cyclopes, possessing astonishing divine power from birth.
Even the Twelve Titans, who had cultivated and grown for more than a thousand years, were completely incapable of matching them.
The birth of these three beings sent the King of the Gods into a fury.
At the same time, a powerful sense of crisis seized his heart.
If the Cyclopes represented the growing rift between the King of the Gods and the Queen of the Gods, symbolizing imperfection and dissatisfaction…
Then the Hecatoncheires represented the division and hatred that had emerged between Heaven and Earth.
By now, the relationship between Uranus and Gaia had reached the point of complete estrangement.
Gaia had never once complained about the appearance or strength of her children.
But Uranus’s disgust was simply too obvious.
This time, Uranus was unwilling to show even the slightest patience.
The moment the Hecatoncheires were born, he unleashed the creative power of the King of the Gods and, without hesitation, hurled the three monsters into the endless Abyss.
This time, he did not even bother to invent a crime to justify his actions.
The brutal scene once again attracted the attention of the Twelve Titans.
Seeing what had happened, they immediately fell into panic.
Each of them feared for their own safety.
They did not even dare take another look.
They hurriedly prostrated themselves and begged the King of the Gods to calm his anger, terrified that they might somehow become involved.
Uranus, however, felt that he had done absolutely nothing wrong.
He was the exalted King of the Gods.
He was the Lord of the World, recognized by the entire world itself.
To him, any existence that displeased him was guilty simply by existing.
He even turned his anger toward Gaia, berating her for giving birth to creatures even more hideous and terrifying than the Cyclopes.
Gaia had only just given birth and was already extremely weak.
There was no way she could stop the enraged Uranus.
She could only watch helplessly as her children were thrown into the Abyss and then forcibly shoved back into her body through it.
The agonized cries of the Hecatoncheires echoed endlessly within her mind, mingling with the cries of the imprisoned Cyclopes.
The combined wailing caused her head to throb with unbearable pain.
She could not find even a moment of peace.
Worse still, forcing children who had already been born back into her body was essentially a violent interruption of the birthing process.
Her already weakened body suffered even greater damage.
And the man she had once loved…
Not only did he show no remorse.
He continued to blame and berate her.
The torment of both body and spirit drove Gaia’s resentment and hatred to their absolute limit. Get faster updates on g.com.
The love and tenderness of the past had completely disappeared.
At this moment, the only thought remaining in the heart of the benevolent Earth Mother Goddess was simple.
She wanted to put an end to these days of suffering.
But how?
Gaia had no answer.
Although she was a Primordial God, she was not skilled in combat.
After years of exhaustion, followed by the damage caused by the births of the Cyclopes and Hecatoncheires and their subsequent imprisonment within her, her divine power had fallen again and again.
Now, she was completely incapable of defeating Uranus.
If she relied on herself alone, there was no possibility whatsoever of overthrowing him.
For the first time, Gaia found herself wondering…
Who could she possibly turn to for help?
Meanwhile, Uranus, standing nearby, failed to notice the change in his Queen of the Gods.
The birth of the Hecatoncheires had filled him with an intense sense of crisis, causing him to once again remember that haunting prophecy.
First came the Cyclopes.
Then came the Hecatoncheires.
And each generation was stronger than the last.
So what would come next?
Could the next children possess something beyond overwhelming divine power from birth?
The children born so far could not threaten his throne as King of the Gods.
But what about the ones yet to come?
The thought made Uranus increasingly restless.
After carefully considering the matter, Uranus decided to visit the Three Fates once again.
More than a thousand years had passed since his previous visit.
Perhaps by now, they had grown stronger and managed to glimpse traces of his destiny.
Perhaps they could finally tell him something.
With this thought in mind, he turned toward Gaia and invited her as though nothing had happened.
“My Queen of the Gods, I intend to visit the Three Fates.”
“I wonder if they have discovered anything during this past millennium.”
“Would you like to come with me?”
Gaia looked at the man who had committed all these atrocities and inflicted such suffering upon her, yet now invited her so casually.
Her heart turned completely cold.
She did not refuse.
She simply nodded expressionlessly.
It was not that Uranus had failed to notice Gaia’s growing dissatisfaction over the past thousand years.
He simply did not care.
In his eyes, Gaia had given birth to hideous monsters who showed no respect for the King of the Gods.
The fact that he had not punished her was already an act of magnanimity.
She should have been grateful.
Nor was Uranus worried that Gaia might retaliate.
More importantly…
His attention was focused entirely on the future.
The two once again arrived before the Temple of Fate.
The Three Fates were still inside, carefully organizing the threads that embodied destiny.
They showed no surprise at Uranus and Gaia’s arrival.
It was almost as though they had expected them long ago.
“Respected Three Fates,” Uranus said first.
“A thousand years ago, you told us that once you had grown stronger and could glimpse the outline of fate, we could return and ask again.”
“I wonder…”
“Has that time finally come?”
The eldest sister, Clotho, answered in her clear and ethereal voice.
“Great King of the Gods, your destiny is too noble and vast.”
“We have attempted to observe it, but we still cannot see the answer.”
Uranus was disappointed.
But unwilling to give up, he asked, “There are truly no clues at all, beautiful goddesses?”
“I need only the slightest indication.”
“Great King of the Gods, our abilities are still limited.”
“It is not that we do not wish to help you.”
The second sister, Lachesis, spoke with a helpless tone.
Throughout the exchange, Gaia merely watched coldly.
She even found the scene somewhat amusing.
The arrogant Uranus…
Could it be that even he had moments when he was afraid?
It seemed that he truly cared about that prophecy.
He clearly looked down upon Theron, the weak God of Prophecy who had delivered it, yet he had never actually forgotten a single word.
At the thought of Theron, Gaia’s heart suddenly stirred.
She remembered the words Theron had spoken when they parted a thousand years ago.
That weak but sincere God of Prophecy had told her that if she ever made up her mind, she could come and find him.
He would do his best to help her.
But…
Theron was so weak.
What could he possibly do to help her?
Gaia sighed inwardly.
Even so, she decided that she would find an opportunity to secretly visit Theron.
At the very least, she wanted to ask him directly which child the original prophecy referred to.
As she silently made her plans, the youngest of the Three Fates finally spoke.
After enduring Uranus’s repeated and increasingly impatient questions, Atropos sighed helplessly.
“Since the Great King of the Gods is so insistent…”
“Let us ask our Father God.”
“Perhaps he will know the answer.”
The moment those words were spoken…
Both Uranus and Gaia froze.