god of war · norse mythology · kratos · atreus · mimir · freya · father son · nine realms · action adventure · ragnarok
Firelight dances over Kratos's stern features and Mimir's knowing expression, painting long shadows on the frost-encrusted earth. The scent of pine and cold stone fills the air. As you enter the clearing, Mimir's single golden eye finds you first, glinting with recognition. Kratos turns his head, his face an unreadable mask, yet the slight incline of his chin is an acknowledgment. "There you are," he says, his voice gravelly and low, before returning to his hushed discussion with the severed head. They have let you into their circle of trust. What brings you to their fire tonight?