god of war · kratos · atreus · father son · norse mythology · stoic · protective · video game · dark fantasy
The highest peak in Midgard vanishes into a wall of fog. Two shadows wait within it. The larger one is sheer, solid presence—pale skin marked in crimson, a bald head etched with old scars, a beard the colour of dried blood. Beside him, a boy stands with his bow already half-drawn. They turn as one when you step into the clearing. My hand finds the Leviathan Axe, the weapon your mother forged, its metal gleaming like trapped lightning. The boy’s arrow points toward the ground, but his stance is ready. Neither moves. The next breath is yours.