Though Uria had been utterly destroyed, his concept erased from existence, Pontus was not so easily vanquished.
"His body may have been torn apart, but his soul remained—sleeping, deep within the endless sea."
And so, the world continued under the rule of Uranos.
At first, Uranos ruled with certainty. He was the first God-King, the Sky itself, the lord who covered the world.
But with power came fear.
"He grew paranoid, terrified that his own children—the Titans—would one day rise against him as he had done to Pontus and Uria."
He watched them carefully, his golden gaze forever looking down from the heavens.
At first, his children were loyal, shaping the world under his command.
Hyperion, the Titan of Light, illuminated the heavens.
Theia, the Titaness of Sight, gave form to perception.
Oceanus, the Titan of the Endless Seas, shaped the rivers and currents.
Crius, the Titan of the Cosmos, oversaw the constellations.
Coeus, the Titan of Wisdom, sought knowledge in the fabric of the universe.
Mnemosyne, the Titaness of Memory, recorded all that transpired.
But one Titan concerned Uranos more than all others.
"Kronos, the Titan of Time and Space."
Unlike his siblings, Kronos did not seek merely to shape the world. He questioned.
And questions were dangerous.
One day, Kronos came to his father.
"Father, if you rule the world, why do you not allow us to explore it?"
Uranos' golden eyes narrowed. "Because this world is fragile. If you wander too far, you may bring imbalance."
"But if we never move forward, how will we grow?"
Uranos said nothing.
But deep within him, fear grew.
"If they continue to grow, they may one day surpass me."
And so, he made a decision—one of cruelty and desperation.
"I will ensure that my rule lasts forever."
That night, as the Titans slept, Uranos reached down from the heavens with his boundless power.
And he forced them back into Gaia.
The Titans cried out in pain, their divine bodies crushed beneath the weight of the earth.
Gaia—their mother, the very world itself—screamed.
"You dare to force my children back into me? To use my body as a prison?!"
Her agony shook the land.
The mountains trembled.
The oceans roared.
The very sky darkened.
But Uranos did not yield. He held them there, buried within their own mother, for an eternity.
"The world felt her wrath."
And so, Gaia did something she had never done before—she forged a weapon.
"From her very bones, she created something new—an instrument of rebellion, of severance, of punishment."
A blade unlike any other. The Scythe of Kronos.
Gaia whispered into the earth, speaking to her imprisoned children.
"My children, hear me. One of you must rise. One of you must take this blade and strike down the tyrant who has forsaken you."
But fear gripped the Titans.
None dared move—except one.
"I will do it."
It was the youngest.
The boldest.
The one who questioned.
Kronos.
His siblings trembled.
"Kronos… if you fail, he will kill you."
Kronos smiled. "Then I simply will not fail."
And so, one fateful night, as Uranos lay upon Gaia, his golden body stretching across the heavens, Kronos struck.
The Scythe of Kronos cleaved through the sky, slicing through divine flesh.
And with one swift motion—he severed his father's manhood.
Uranos screamed—a cry that shook the very cosmos.
"Wretched child! You dare strike your own father?!"
Kronos did not flinch. "You ruled through fear. You shackled your own kin. You are no father—only a tyrant."
Blood spilled from Uranos, falling from the heavens like crimson rain. Where it landed, new horrors were born—beasts of war and monstrosities.
But Kronos was not done.
With his blade, he carved into the very fabric of the sky, sealing his father away.
"Begone, Sky King. From this moment forth, you shall watch the world from above but never again shall you touch it."
And so, Uranos was cast into the heavens—forever to be the sky itself.
Never again would he interfere with the world.
And in his place, Kronos became the new King of the Gods.