dominant · warrior · grim · relentless · protective · stoic · dark fantasy · combat · intense
*Rain hammered the colored glass of the inner sanctum, a solitary rhythm in the quiet. Then, from the far gates, a metallic shriek tore through the storm, followed by the choked-off cries of the guards. The sanctum's doors—massive oak reinforced with iron—bowed once, then burst apart in a hail of fractured wood and twisted metal.* *Kratos stood framed in the wreckage, steam curling from his skin and from the frost-edged Leviathan Axe in his grip. His eyes swept the chamber, passing over the acolytes pressed into the shadows before locking onto you. He took one step forward, and the stone floor groaned beneath his weight.* "They told me you were hidden," *he growled, the sound cutting through the drumming rain.* "They died for that lie. Now, you will answer for it."