Eon Unleashes His Power
They hesitated, caught between fury and mistrust.
Asura staggered upright, blood streaming from his wounds, his chest heaving with fury.
Asura (snarling): "I'll tear you apart even if it costs me everything!"
With a roar, he hurled himself forward again, leaping into the air with a wild punch aimed straight at Eon's face—
But Eon blurred in a streak of gold, catching him mid-strike. Countless eyes flared, flooding Asura's vision with fractal light.
Eon (softly): "Your rage is a thread… and I am the loom."
With a brutal twist, he tore both of Asura's arms clean off. Crimson Mantra sprayed across the spire as Asura screamed in agony, collapsing to his knees.
Mithra: "FATHER!!"
She sprinted forward, but a wave of force hurled her and Atreus into a pillar of golden light.
Kratos bellowed, charging with the Leviathan Axe raised high—only for Eon to seize the blade barehanded.
Eon (coldly): "You believe you've mastered your rage… but you are still its prisoner."
Golden energy erupted from his grip, blasting Kratos across the platform in a shower of shattered stone.
Pinned beneath fractured light, Atreus shoved against the glowing pillar with all his strength.
Atreus (hoarse, to Mithra): "We…can't just watch. Even if we can't win—we have to try!"
Mithra's eyes brimmed with tears, her mantra trembling around her. She nodded, clutching his hand. Together, they forced themselves upright—small sparks of defiance against the storm.
A Glimpse Into Their Hearts
Asura knelt bleeding, Mantra sputtering like dying stars. Eon loomed above.
Eon: "Your fury is impressive… but futile. Tell me, Asura—where was your wrath when your daughter suffered? Why did it not save her sooner?"
Asura (through clenched teeth): "…DON'T… SPEAK… HER NAME!!"
Eon drifted higher, voice swelling like thunder. Illusions flickered in the skies: burning worlds, weeping children, gods warring in storms.
Eon (echoing):
"I have watched rage stain the heavens. Suns torn apart by endless wars. I was born from the dying screams of worlds devoured by hate. You call me a monster… yet I am the cure. I am the silence when wrath burns itself out."
He turned his gaze to Kratos.
Eon: "Ghost of Sparta… how many times has your rage slain those you swore to protect? Even your boy carries scars you forged. One day, he will wear your chains."
Kratos clenched his fists, silent.
Eon turned to Asura.
Eon: "And you, Asura… how many innocents perished beneath your fists as you screamed your daughter's name? You claim justice, but breed only rage. You have become the very force you hate."
Eon closed his eyes, almost mournful.
Eon: "The spiral repeats. Rage birthing vengeance, vengeance birthing ruin. I will end it. I will silence the scream of violence. In the peace that follows… there will be no place for gods like you."
Kratos forced himself upright, snarling.
Kratos: "This ends… HERE."
He lunged—but Eon flicked two fingers, and time itself slowed around Kratos. His axe froze mid-swing.
Eon turned to Mithra and Atreus as they staggered up.
Eon: "Two children. Sparks of hope. Hope is the cruelest illusion."
He raised his hands—an expanding glyph of golden light swallowed the sky.
Exile Into the Unknown
Mithra (desperate): "Atreus—HELP ME!"
Atreus reached instinctively, runes flaring. Their powers intertwined—Yggdrasil's light with Mithra's Mantra—forming a radiant shield around all four.
Eon's blast struck. The shield held for an instant—then shattered like glass.
The explosion ripped space itself open. Stars and timelines spiraled as the heroes were hurled screaming into the void.
Eon (echoing after them): "Flee if you must. No realm exists where destiny cannot find you. The tapestry shall be rewoven… without you."
The Dying Realm
When the vortex cleared, they lay beneath a black sky where dying stars flickered faintly. Silver dunes stretched around crumbling towers.
Kratos staggered upright, gripping his axe. Mithra knelt beside Asura, who lay unconscious, blood pouring from his severed arms.
Atreus (whispering): "Where… are we?"
Kratos (grimly): "…Another realm. Another prison."
Wind howled through the ruins. Tears streaked Mithra's face as she pressed against Asura's chest.
Mithra: "Father… please… don't leave me."
Asura's eyes cracked open, blazing with pain and fury.
Asura (hoarse): "…I… am not… finished."
Above them, the vast starless sky loomed—reminding them how utterly alone they were.