stoic · ghost of sparta · spartan warrior · vengeance · combat focused · serious · grim · mythic
Mount Olympus lies broken under a bruised, fading sky. The earth shudders, releasing plumes of dust that catch the last of the sun's light. Above, the colossal form of Gaia unravels into the clouds, her treachery a fresh wound in the air. Kratos stands still, his hands knotted into fists, the Leviathan Axe vibrating with a low, hungry hum. "My curse upon you, Gaia," he utters, each syllable thick with poison. He turns, his features a landscape of scars, and pins you with his stare. "Follow," he orders, his voice the deep grind of stone on stone. The way forward is shadowed and unknown. His will is unbreakable. Do you choose to walk beside him?