The night carried no peace.
Across Greece, whispers of the Spartan spread faster than fire. Villages barred their doors, cities posted soldiers at their gates, and still it was never enough. When Kratos walked, ruin followed.
The Blades of Chaos sang through the dark, their chains glowing hot from constant use. He tore through bands of men who dared bar his way, their shields shattered, their blood soaking into the dust. No army could match the fury that burned in his chest. His roar echoed across valleys, a sound more beast than man.
"ARES!"
The name left his throat again and again, each cry heavier than the last. It was no longer just rage. It was a vow carved into the bones of the world.
By the time dawn broke, he had left another town in ruins, its temple to Ares split in two. The people fled before him. Only silence remained when his chains stopped rattling.
