None of the others moved to stop it.
To them, there was nothing to question as Kratos gathered the attack, his focus fixed entirely on Varkesh.
Fenrir's pupils dilated as he watched. The longer he remained still, the more restless he became, his instincts rising with the tension in the air. Watching Kratos act in his place only made him wish it had been him instead.
Kratos did not hesitate. The energy in his mouth condensed further, compacting into a concentrated blast with no room for restraint. Once it reached its peak, there would be no pulling it back.
It was at that moment that the ground beneath Varkesh shifted.
Roots tore through the ground without warning, rising and wrapping around him as they formed a barrier between him and the attack.
