A cursed Cyclops with golden wings, kneeling and roaring at the heavens. Neither angel nor man—only an eternal witness to the endless battle of light and shadow.” At the dawn of creation, a Cyclops was born amidst fire and storm. The Creator granted him golden wings to become a herald of light. Yet with his single eye, he saw what others could not: the fate of mankind, woven with pain and blood. He fell to his knees, roaring his defiance to the heavens. From that moment, he was cursed—to belong neither to angels nor to men, but to wander as an eternal witness to the struggle between light and shadow.