Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Prometheus's voice was not loud, yet it resonated clearly in the ears of all the gods.

As His words fell, a black figure appeared between heaven and earth.

She was a goddess with an extremely graceful figure, shrouded in a mysterious black veil. Her features were exquisite and beautiful, and her dark eyes were like deep pools, exuding an endless aura of mystery.

The moment she appeared, the entire world fell silent. The gods felt an indescribable force locking onto them. The force wasn't particularly strong, but the feeling was extremely mysterious, as if they were bound by something in the dark, unable to break free.

Upon closer inspection, I was startled to realize...

This is the power of fate!

Hecate's eyes shone with a brilliant white light, and she was enveloped in an aura of unparalleled holiness. She waved her slender hand slightly at Cronus, and a thread shimmering with a faint gold appeared in her hand.

The gods' gazes instantly turned to surprise and uncertainty. They saw this unfamiliar goddess begin to mobilize all her divine power, continuously flowing into the golden thread in her hand.

Then her delicate hands began to weave, and as her divine power rapidly disappeared, the golden threads in her palms slowly began to change.

The celestial ruler, who was about to destroy everything, seemed to have its rapid dive halted the moment the golden threads changed, becoming sluggish.

Uranus finally sensed something was wrong. His eyes, consumed by resentment, finally turned to the goddess in the sky, his face filled with fury at being defied.

"Who do you think you are, to dare stop me?!"

Hecate, however, paid no heed to Uranus's roar. Her eyes shone even brighter, and with a final weave of golden threads, her solemn voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth—

"In the name of the Weaver of Destiny, I weave the destiny of the heavens, so that the heavens may not approach the earth!"

Before she finished speaking, the golden thread in her hand suddenly shot towards Uranus and disappeared instantly into His forehead. Hecate's originally powerful aura also weakened instantly, and her face turned deathly pale.

If it weren't for Prometheus leaving the mark of fate on Uranus so early on;

If it weren't for the fact that Uranus was no longer the king of the gods and had lost his protective power;

If Uranus hadn't suffered severe injuries after losing his flesh and blood, and hadn't fought fiercely with the Titans, leaving him in a very poor condition, Hecate, with her current level of divine power, would have been completely unable to weave a being possessing divine power above all others.

Even so, her swift action in stopping Uranus's rampage astonished everyone present!

Who is this unfamiliar goddess? Why is her divine power so great, no less than that of the Titans?

And her rule is actually to weave destiny!

But none of this shocked the gods the most. What shocked them the most was that such a powerful goddess would obey the orders of the prophetic god Prometheus!

How is this possible? And what is the relationship between these two gods?!

In an instant, countless questions flooded the minds of the gods, but before they could react, they saw white light gleam in Prometheus's eyes, and his voice once again resounded throughout the heavens and earth:

"Uranus was cruel and absurd, and he harmed the world through dictatorship; he was guilty."

"The sinful god deserves punishment; the light of victory shall shine upon the earth!"

"Nike obeys!"

Nike, the goddess of victory, flapped her golden wings, and warm golden light emanated from her body, instantly enveloping the gods.

The twelve Titans felt a surge of energy, the fatigue accumulated from the fierce battle vanished, and their eyes were filled with the excitement of victory!

They had never been so confident, and even the fear that had been ingrained in their bones by Uranus's torment over the years vanished under this confidence!

But before they could regroup and start fighting again, Uranus seemed to sense something, and his pupils widened instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief!

"It's you! It's actually you!"

He roared at Prometheus like a madman, because as soon as Prometheus finished speaking, Uranus felt a preordained aura lock onto him!

This drove Him to madness instantly, simply because He had sensed this aura before!

That was many, many years ago, when He had just become the King of Gods. At the banquet celebrating His coronation, the gods who had been born of Him gave Him a prophecy at His insistence.

The prophecy fell, and He immediately sensed its power! It was a power that even the King of Gods could not resist!

It was this sense of destiny that made Him so terrified that His prophecy came true, leading Him to do one absurd thing after another!

But now He finally understands that it was not the power of prophecy at all, but the power of destiny!

The god before us is not a god of prophecy at all; His true identity should be the god of fate!

Unfortunately, He found out too late. Uranus' eyes were bloodshot, and his unprecedented rage made him tremble all over!

The Titans had no idea what was happening. When they saw Uranus suddenly go mad, they looked at each other blankly, their eyes filled with confusion.

Kronos, who had been watching the entire battle from the sidelines, only swung his scythe once at the beginning and never made a move again. But he suddenly realized something.

opportunity!

A fantastic opportunity!

The resentment that had accumulated in his heart for countless years finally burst forth at this moment. With all his might, Cronus roared recklessly:

"Great priest! Prometheus is the culprit behind all this!"

"Kill him! Kill him now!"

All eleven Titans were startled by Cronus's roar, and Themis, the goddess of justice and order, frowned, her eyes showing displeasure.

She was about to reprimand Cronus, but before she could even open her mouth, Uranus burst into laughter as if reminded of something.

"Prometheus, it was you! All these years, it was you who was plotting against me!"

"Ridiculous! I never even considered dealing with you. I guarded against everyone else, but forgot to guard against you! How ridiculous, this is utterly ridiculous!"

Uranus's eyes gradually became bloodshot, his forehead was covered with bulging veins, and his long hair was dancing wildly behind him. The once holy and proud Lord of the Sky, the majestic God-King, was now looking like a demon!

And that terrifying aura, capable of destroying everything in the world, abandoned this world at that moment, and then...

He set his sights on Prometheus!

Reminded by Cronus, Uranus resolutely focused all his resentment on Prometheus!

The eleven Titans all paled. Cronus's eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of revenge, but Prometheus, facing terrifying power, showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he smiled regretfully.

"Uranus, I warned you from the very beginning."

"I so wanted to help you, but what have you done? To this day, I only have six words for you."

At this point, Prometheus paused, then said, slowly and deliberately—

"Those who reap what they sow will not escape punishment!"