A wave of air shot across my face, pushing me down. I peered up. Jörmungandr lay on his side, seemingly wounded. I looked to Kratos who appeared just as surprised. Standing up, I folded my shield down. In the sky, a crack appeared. A rift of sorts. Kratos approached me. He scowled and grunted. I followed the trajectory of the fracture with my eyes. In the distance, I spotted it. A crater. We approached the crater, steam poured out from the edges of the crater. I drew my sabres; sparks of flames flecked and illuminated the cracks of the blades. The skull pattern sculpted into the base of the blades glowed a bright fiery orange with flecks of purple sparks. The flames illuminated the frozen frosty sky with a bright fiery tone. As I peered into the crater, I raised my sabres. A figure stood, crouched down, their short cloak billowing in the heavy wind. Then they stood up, their head shooting in my direction. I crossed the blades, sparks flicking off from the side of the blades. The setting sun reflected rays of bluish orange on my face, illuminating my blood red irises. I clashed the blades of the sabres together, the sparks flickering and burning the cold grass and stone. "You fool!" The figure lunged forward, slashing me across the chest. I lurched back, crashing to the floor. "I do not want to fight you-" I gasped to talk but I was smashed aside, crumpling to the floor. He raised his sword from before and prepared to strike but before he could, SHING! Kratos' axe flew through the air and knocked the sword from his hands. I stood up, grabbing my hammer and swinging it by the handle. It tossed up dirt and the smoke began to shape around the blunt head. I charged forward ready to strike but he raised his arm, outstretching his hand and fingers, gripping the hammer as it swung close to his chest. My eyes widened in shock. "That's not possible!" I yelled, the sweat on my face close to freezing with the frosted air around us. "Brother you have no idea what's possible." He said, gripping the hammer head, causing cracks to splinter throughout the metal of the hammer. He then grabbed my hammer, holding it by the handle before swinging it at my stomach. I crashed to the floor, gripping my stomach as blood dripped from it. "I will end you brother, know that." He spoke while tossing my broken hammer at my knees. I groaned and slumped down. I felt a hand touch my shoulder, pulling me up but in a protective manner. My vision zoned in and out before it faded to black.
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The Chronicles of Exodus 2: Wrath of the Fallen
ActionTaking place almost a year after The Chronicles of Exodus, the world is on the brink of collapse with one hope left for humanity, Sydney Base. But a hook is thrown in Jira's plan when he is forced to confront two demons from his traumatic past.
