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 lands untouched by mortal feet, a realm where the sky met the earth in an endless horizon.

It was here, on the desolate border between the physical world and the divine unknown, that he found something—the severed head of Coeus, the fallen Titan of Wisdom.

It rested upon a shattered plateau, half-buried in the dust of forgotten ages. Cracks ran across its stone-like surface, divine ichor long dried, yet its eyes still gleamed with knowledge.

Though the Titan had been slain, his mind remained unbroken, whispering secrets lost to time.

Before Hera, before Athena, before even the firm rule of Olympus, there was Metis, the goddess of wisdom.

Metis was born with the concept of wisdom, much like Coeus, and she aided Zeus in the Titanomachy.

During the war, Coeus' head was severed from his body, and his concept of wisdom was stripped from him, absorbed by Metis. It was said that this was how she became so wise—wise enough to lead Zeus to victory. After the war, Coeus was cast into the farthest reaches of the world, his body lost, his name all but erased.

Her death came suddenly, and soon after, Athena was born from Zeus' head. The gods whispered about it in hushed voices. Some claimed Zeus had devoured Metis to gain her wisdom, fearing a prophecy that her child would surpass him. Others denied it, saying such a thing was impossible.

But none of that mattered now. What mattered was that the head of Coeus still existed.

Hephaestus knelt beside it, his divine hands brushing the ancient flesh. He felt something stirring—a lingering spark of knowledge. A god's concept could not be fully destroyed; only taken, reshaped, or reborn.

The head of Coeus looked at him. Though it had no body, no voice, wisdom radiated from it like an eternal flame.

Should he destroy it? Forge it into something new? Or would he return it to the void, leaving wisdom to those who had claimed it?

The forge god pondered. What was wisdom, if not something meant to be shaped?

Forgotten Head of Coeus