"Hang on," Malos' voice stops Kratos, though only for a second. "You wanna head towards whatever the hell that is!?"
There's a catch of fear in Malos' voice but Kratos pays it no mind, anger burning in his core, anger and sharp sharp sharp need singing inside of him, pushing him pushing him towards the source, his brother's ether calling him choking him and Kratos grounds his feet and stands tall in the wake of it, ready to shoulder ahead.
"It's Mithos," Kratos says, simply. "I have to--"
No time. No time no time. The ether fluctuates in fits and starts, the sun a burning and vibrant cry for help against a stubbornly blue sky. Kratos does not look to see if anyone follows him when he marches ahead. He's taken down armies alone, before. He'll do it again.
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There's a catch of fear in Malos' voice but Kratos pays it no mind, anger burning in his core, anger and sharp sharp sharp need singing inside of him, pushing him pushing him towards the source, his brother's ether calling him choking him and Kratos grounds his feet and stands tall in the wake of it, ready to shoulder ahead.
"It's Mithos," Kratos says, simply. "I have to--"
No time. No time no time. The ether fluctuates in fits and starts, the sun a burning and vibrant cry for help against a stubbornly blue sky. Kratos does not look to see if anyone follows him when he marches ahead. He's taken down armies alone, before. He'll do it again.