They called him Cyclops the old fool; an overzealous elder Cyclops that never grew up, always stirring trouble for the local denizens of Tartarus and hampering for a good-’ol one-on-one fight. He never got one, though, because no one would bother fighting an aged titan with a glorious past. Forgotten and directionless, Cyclops gradually reduced into a deranged nuisance that would do anything to prove himself a strong fighter. Sadly, he only met pity in the eyes of the people he once fought to protect. The little trouble he caused daily was usually bearable but had recently escalated, knocking several people out cold for days. Witnesses report a dark, long shadow following in his wake.