Monkey_is_hungry

In the vast cycle of destruction and creation across the omniverse, a wandering soul is fused with a cosmic treasure—granting it eternal reincarnation. Each life is a clean slate, yet echoes of past existences whisper in the depths of its soul.

This time, the soul awakens as Hephaestus, the crippled god of fire and forge. But he refuses to be bound by fate. Through deep meditation, he unlocks the forgotten power of Nirvana, sacrificing his fire divinity to be reborn anew—stronger, unshackled, and more than just a smith of Olympus.

Now, Hephaestus seeks the finest materials hidden across the world, forging legendary weapons and artifacts beyond the gods' comprehension. With each strike of his hammer, a new legend will be born.

Greek Mythology : Hephaestus, He who abandoned fire for craft.

Hephaestus wandered through the ruins of a battlefield long forgotten by gods and mortals alike. This was no ordinary land—it was a place where titans fell, their bodies becoming part of the earth itself.

As he walked, his sharp eyes caught sight of something half-buried in the ground. A bone, massive and unyielding, yet metallic in texture. The remains of an unnamed titan, one who had fallen in the ancient war against Olympus.

The gods had stripped this titan of name and memory, erasing him from history. But the remnants of his power still lingered.

Hephaestus took the bone and brought it to his forge. As he worked, he could feel something staring back at him. A consciousness. A fragment of what once was.

He melted the bone in divine fire, shaping it into a sleek, single-edged blade. Unlike the massive weapons of the titans, this was a warrior's sword—meant for precision, for war, for an unrelenting assault.

The moment the final hammer strike fell, the forge trembled.

A presence emerged from the blade.

From the molten energy of the forge, a figure rose.

A tall man, clad in fractured bronze armor, with ashen-white hair and golden eyes that burned with ancient wrath. His body flickered, as if not fully formed, but his will was undeniable.

"I... live?" His voice was deep, rough, filled with confusion and rage.

"You are reborn," Hephaestus said, gripping the sword. "A spirit of the weapon forged from your remains."

The titan's spirit clenched his fists. "Who am I ? What am I ? Who was I ?"

"You are now Xiphos," Hephaestus declared. "Born from a fallen titan. You are a new existence, unbound by the past. The Titan's Fang. You will cut down all who stand in your way, a blade of unyielding war."

The spirit was silent for a moment before a slow grin spread across his face. "I see".

The Xiphos of the Forgotten Titan was unlike any other.

A Blade of Bone and Wrath – Sharper than celestial steel, able to cut even divine beings.

Titan's Echo – The spirit of the unnamed titan fuels the sword, giving it bursts of destructive power.

Rage of the Erased – When wielded in battle, the weapon vibrates with the wrath of a being erased from existence, striking with unstoppable force.

Hephaestus said to Xiphos. "Rest for now, Xiphos. Your time will come."

With a gesture, he opened the Gate of Hephaestus, and the blade drifted inside, its spirit still expresionless as it vanished into the vault.

Another masterpiece. Another weapon waiting for the right moment.