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 walked through the vast grasslands, where the wind whispered the memories of the past. He was searching for new materials, but what he found was something far more meaningful.

At the heart of the valley, two mighty bulls lay side by side—one male, one female—their massive bodies still and lifeless. Yet, despite death, they had not decayed. Their bodies had been preserved by the wind, as if the world itself refused to let them be forgotten.

Hephaestus approached, placing his hand on their foreheads. Visions filled his mind.

The two bulls had once been inseparable. They roamed the land together, fought together, and even in death, they had never left each other's side. Their bond was unbreakable, their love eternal.

For the first time in a long while, something stirred in Hephaestus's heart.

"Even in death, you refused to be apart," he murmured. "Then I shall ensure that your legacy will never fade."

Hephaestus quickly summon his mobile forge. He treated the corpse with the respect they deserved. The bones of the bulls, infused with the power of the wind, were his primary material. Their horns, harder than any metal, became the edges of his new weapon.

The forge roared, and the flames danced as Hephaestus worked. He shaped the weapon into a double-bladed axe, each blade representing one of the bulls—male and female, strength and grace, power and speed.

The wind howled as if singing in joy, recognizing the weapon being born.

When Hephaestus struck the final blow, the air itself trembled.

Winds of the Eternal Pair – The axe carries the spirits of the twin bulls, allowing the wielder to summon powerful gusts of wind with every swing.

Unbreakable Bond – The Labrys can split into two smaller axes, mirroring the unity of the twin bulls, allowing for swift, dual-wield combat.

Storm's Judgment – When spun, the axe can summon violent storms, turning the battlefield into a raging tempest.

Hephaestus held the Labrys in his hands, feeling the energy that pulsed through it. He knew that the twin bulls, in some way, were still together.

"You will never be forgotten," he whispered.

With a wave of his hand, the Gate of Hephaestus opened, and the Labrys floated inside, waiting for the day it would be wielded.

Hephaestus took one last look at the place where the bulls had fallen. A gentle breeze caressed his face, as if thanking him.

Smiling, he continued his journey.