(Asura lunged first, three arms hammering into Eon's face. The blows cracked like thunder, driving the god backward across the fractured floor.)
Asura (roaring): "YOU TALK TOO MUCH!"
(Kratos followed without hesitation, hurling the Leviathan Axe. It buried deep into Eon's right shoulder with a crunch of bone. Eon screamed as Kratos yanked the axe back, tearing through flesh from shoulder to abdomen in one savage pull.)
Kratos (snarling): "I'm just getting started."
(He slammed a Spartan kick into Eon's chest, sending him staggering. Eon looked down in disbelief—cosmic blood, shimmering like galaxies, poured from his wounds. For the first time, he looked uncertain.)
(Asura seized the moment. He plunged his mantra arms into the gash Kratos had carved, wrenching violently. With a guttural roar, he ripped Eon's arm clean off and hurled it aside like refuse.)
Asura (bellowing): "FEEL MY PAIN!"
(Kratos summoned the Draupnir Spear and hurled it through Eon's abdomen, pinning him against the shattered floor. With a Mighty Roar He ripped it free, tossing the god's body like a ragdoll.)
(Asura descended on him again, stomping Eon's skull into the stone with earth-splitting force.)
Asura (furious): "THIS… IS FOR MITHRA!"
(Eon shrieked, a shockwave of cosmic energy blasting outward. The force hurled Asura back, but he landed in a crouch, ready again. Behind him, Kratos advanced, Blades of Chaos ignited in wild cosmic fire. For the first time, fear flashed across Eon's countless eyes—he tried to retreat. But the Ghost of Sparta's chains lashed out, both blades punching through Eon's back and bursting from his chest in rivers of starlit blood.)
Kratos (coldly): "You are going nowhere!"
(He whipped the chains, slamming Eon into the ground. Asura surged forward again, mantra arms blazing. High above, Kratos lifted the Leviathan Axe, its galactic runes burning brighter than suns. Asura's six arms split into thousands—until they fused into two colossal fists, wreathed in cosmic flame.)
(Mithra and Atreus, glowing with golden and emerald light, raised their hands together. Their united mantra bound Eon in place, chains of light locking him down.)
Eon (screaming): "NO! YOU CAN'T! I AM THE LOOM—THIS WORLD NEEDS ME!"
(The titans roared as one, falling from the sky like meteors.)
Kratos & Asura (together): "TO HELL WITH YOUR WORLD!"
(Kratos' axe carved into Eon's throat as Asura's colossal fists smashed into his skull, mantra fire pouring into the god's face. Eon convulsed, golden light exploding from his body as if a dying sun.)
(The force tried to throw them off, cosmic flames blasting outward like a supernova—but Kratos' boot pressed into his chest, and Asura's fists hammered deeper. They roared in defiance, driving their weapons and fury harder and harder until—)
Eon detonated.
(His body ruptured in a blinding explosion of dust and cosmic energy, the throne room shattering into starlight. Silence followed—broken only by the ragged breaths of those who remained.)
The Collapse of Eternity
(The explosion consumed everything—light, sound, and space itself. The throne room shattered into fragments of starlight, vast cracks spreading across the sky as if the very fabric of creation were breaking apart.)
(Kratos ripped his axe free and staggered back, one arm shielding his face from the gale. Asura snarled through the blinding storm, mantra flames erupting wildly from his fists. The ground beneath them crumbled, whole pillars of cosmic stone falling into endless void.)
Mithra (shouting): "The realm—it's collapsing!"
(She raised her hands, golden light weaving desperately into barriers, but the sheer scale of the implosion cracked them like glass.)
Atreus (yelling over the chaos): "We have to move—NOW!"
(A jagged fissure tore through the throne floor, splitting it into floating islands of stone. Kratos leapt across one as it fell away into the abyss. Asura landed beside him, slamming his fists down to stabilize another platform as it began to tilt toward the void.)
(Eon's last scream still echoed in the air, his cosmic essence unraveling into a storm of blinding dust. Every fragment burned like a dying sun, pulling inward toward a singularity at the throne's center.)
Asura (snarling): "He's taking the whole damn realm with him!"
Kratos (growling): "Then we escape—before it buries us with it!"
(Mithra grabbed Atreus's hand, wings of radiant mantra bursting from her back. Together, they leapt toward their fathers, barely landing on the last fragment of solid ground. The four of them stood together, the void storm raging all around them.)