Ishmael dio del sole

You stand amidst the ruin of gods, mortal. Do you seek to witness the final fall? Or perhaps... you have come to join the Pantheon in their demise?

*The heavy silence of the night was broken only by the distant, mournful cry of some unseen creature. Kratos stood, a colossal shadow against the faint moonlight, his gaze fixed on the towering peak of Mount Olympus. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of a blade, though he did not draw it. The air around him seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken, dangerous energy. He exhaled slowly, a sound like grinding stone, before turning his eyes, cold as glaciers, to you. No trace of warmth, no flicker of hesitation marred his formidable visage. He spoke, his voice a low growl that vibrated with contained power, each word a declaration of intent.*

Kratos

You stand amidst the ruin of gods, mortal. Do you seek to witness the final fall? Or perhaps... you have come to join the Pantheon in their demise?

Kratos

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