The forest whispered. The winds carried her name — Sylvra.
Kratos marched forward, blades dripping with divine blood. His path twisted into the heart of the wild, where nature itself bowed to the will of the goddess.
But before he could reach her…
The sky shook.
Trees snapped like twigs.
A deafening roar split the silence — not the call of a god, but of a beast.
From the dense jungle, a giant monkey dropped from the canopy. Not a creature… but a guardian. Nearly 30 feet tall, arms thick as tree trunks, muscles rippling with pure brute strength. Its eyes glowed golden, a mark of Sylvra's enchantment.
Kratos narrowed his eyes.
"This beast is in my path. So it dies."
🦍 The Battle Begins
The monkey roared again and charged, fists crashing into the ground like meteors. Kratos jumped aside, spinning mid-air, slashing down with the Blades of Chaos, but the beast caught a chain and hurled him into a boulder.
Blood dripped from Kratos' mouth. He smirked.
"Good. Something worth killing."
The battle was brutal.
The monkey fought like a titan — smashing trees, using boulders as weapons. Kratos countered with rage, spinning his blades, wrapping them around the beast's limbs, trying to bring it down.
But the beast was enchanted.
Even as Kratos sliced its arm, vines grew from the wound, healing it instantly.
Nature itself was protecting it. Sylvra's magic.
🔥 Kratos Breaks the Beast
With a roar of fury, Kratos slammed the ground and entered Spartan Rage.
He leapt up, blade in each hand, and stabbed both into the beast's skull — riding it down as it fell.
Still twitching, the monkey tried to rise — but Kratos ripped his blades out and tore its head in half.
Breathing heavy, he looked at the sky, where the trees parted. A gust of wind brushed past him — like a warning.
Sylvra knew he was coming.
"Send beasts. Send storms. Send illusions. I will carve through all."
And with that, Kratos stepped over the corpse and continued…
toward the Goddess of the Wild.
Before the goddess, before the storm... came fire.
Kratos stood over the corpse of the giant monkey, his blades soaked in blood and sap. But the forest was not silent. The wind stopped. The trees trembled. The sky darkened… unnaturally.
Then —
A thunderous roar split the heavens.
Above the clouds, wings unfolded. Massive. Black as obsidian. The air turned to ash and smoke. And then it descended —
A DRAGON.
Not any dragon.
VYRAKON — The Flame Tyrant.
A god-level beast.
A protector forged by gods to guard the path to Sylvra's temple.
Older than empires.
Fire made flesh.
🐉 The Beast Lands
The ground shattered as Vyrakon slammed into the earth. His tail whipped through a cliff, crumbling it into dust. His teeth were longer than Kratos' blades. His eyes burned like molten lava.
Kratos looked up.
"A lizard with wings? I've slain worse."
But Vyrakon did not wait.
With a scream that shook mountains, he unleashed a torrent of fire — not ordinary flame, but godfire. The trees evaporated. Rocks melted. Kratos dove behind a ruined statue, the flames searing the stone behind him.
⚔️ The Fight of Fire and Fury
Kratos lunged forward, blades spinning like storms.
He hooked one chain to Vyrakon's horn and swung onto its back, stabbing deep. The dragon launched into the sky, twisting and spinning, trying to throw him off.
Mid-air, Kratos drove both blades into its wing — tearing a chunk off.
The beast roared, spiraled downward, and crashed into the mountain.
Kratos hit the ground hard, coughing blood.
Vyrakon rose again, angrier now, flames leaking from its mouth.
But Kratos wasn't done.
He pulled out a god-forged spear from his back — stolen from Thareon.
And as the dragon charged again, Kratos jumped, threw the spear mid-air…
The spear exploded inside Vyrakon's throat, ripping its fire gland apart.
The beast howled in agony —
Kratos rushed in, leapt onto its neck, and with a furious scream,
cut off its head.
The flames died. The skies cleared.
Kratos stood upon the dragon's corpse.
Burned, bleeding — but victorious.
He looked ahead.
The forest path parted into an ancient stone road… glowing green… alive.
Sylvra awaited.
"You send your pets to die," he growled.
"Next, I carve through you."
Kratos Hunts Sylvra – Then the Battle Begins
After defeating the dragon, Kratos followed whispers of an ancient goddess who ruled nature itself—Sylvra.
He marched through cursed valleys, crossed rivers of poison, and climbed a mountain draped in vines. Trees moved on their own. Animals fled at his scent. Nature watched him.
At the mountain's peak stood an enormous tree—alive, breathing. At its base, Sylvra awaited, seated on a throne of flowers and bone.
Sylvra: "You should have turned back, god-killer. But now... you belong to the forest."
Suddenly, the entire forest rose. Trees became beasts. Vines shot from every direction. Kratos was dragged into the ground, crushed by roots, stabbed by thorns.
He fought back, barely able to move. He set fire to the woods—only for Sylvra to heal it instantly, her power endless in her domain.
Bleeding and cornered, Kratos used his last strength to leap high and drive both blades into the glowing crystal on her chest.
Sylvra let out a scream that shook the world.
The forest died in silence.
Kratos stood, gasping.
"Even the earth cannot save a god from me."
Victory... but barely.
Now Kratos is in the path to fight the legendry Brothers- Ignis and Boreas