The aftermath of Ragnarok had left the Nine Realms in a state of fragile peace. As the world began to heal from its wounds, Kratos stood alone on a cliff's edge, watching the horizon where his son, Atreus, had embarked on his own journey. The silence of the world was a stark contrast to the chaos that had recently unfolded.
Freya approached him, her presence a silent acknowledgment of their shared experiences. The goddess had taken her leave of Kratos to rejoin the Valkyries, leaving him to reflect on the new path that lay ahead.
"Atreus will find his own way," Freya said, her voice a blend of sympathy and wisdom. "And you, Kratos, must find yours."
Kratos nodded, the weight of her words settling heavily upon him. "I will continue to do what I must," he replied, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
As Freya departed, Kratos began to wander aimlessly, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of his son and the battles that lay behind him. Lost in contemplation, he stumbled upon a hidden cave entrance partially obscured by overgrown vegetation. Curiosity piqued, he ventured inside.
The cave was dark and damp, its walls slick with moisture. The faint sound of dripping water was the only noise that broke the oppressive silence. As Kratos made his way deeper, he encountered a group of hostile creatures—twisted, grotesque beings that seemed out of place even in this grim setting. Without hesitation, Kratos drew his Leviathan Axe and dispatched them with swift, practiced movements. The battle was over almost as quickly as it had begun.
Breathing heavily, Kratos continued further into the cave. There, he discovered ancient ruins etched with unfamiliar symbols. They glowed with a strange, pulsating light. Intrigued, he reached out and touched the runes, feeling a sudden, powerful surge of energy.
Before he could react, a swirling vortex of light enveloped him, pulling him forcefully through the air. The sensation was disorienting, and the world around him spun wildly. Moments later, he landed roughly on the ground, disoriented and groggy.
Kratos looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He found himself in a bustling city unlike any he had seen before. The architecture was a bizarre blend of gothic and modern, and the streets were filled with strange, otherworldly creatures. Neon lights flickered, casting eerie glows on the faces of the denizens. It was clear he had been transported to another realm entirely.
His attention was drawn to a nearby building with a large, ornate mirror in its entrance. Driven by a mix of curiosity and trepidation, Kratos approached the mirror. As he peered into it, he was taken aback to see his reflection. He looked younger, his features less weathered and more vibrant. The sight was both shocking and surreal.
"Bloody hell," Kratos muttered to himself, the unfamiliar surroundings and his altered appearance causing a rush of confusion and dread.
As he turned away from the mirror, the realization of his predicament began to sink in. The city around him, the strange symbols, and his own youthful reflection were all part of a mystery he had yet to unravel. The convergence of worlds had not only brought him to a new realm but had also left him on the edge of an unknown adventure.
The chapter ended with Kratos standing in the middle of the bustling city, his mind racing with questions and uncertainties about the path that lay before him.
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Narrativa generale...... Kratos in hazdin hotel, and hell of a boss universe after the end of God of war Ragnarok Kratos and Mami was going to a cave and find a some ancient rocks when they touched it, they got teleported hazdin hotel and Halla boss universe
