(Reality snapped back. Eon's claws were raised to strike Atreus down. But before he could, Kratos slammed the Leviathan Axe into his ribs, frost exploding outward.)
(Asura followed with a seismic blow from all six mantra arms, driving Eon stumbling backward.)
(Eon howled, his perfect composure cracking. For the first time, true fear flickered in his countless eyes.)
Eon (roaring): "NO! You are MINE!"
(But Atreus stood tall now, his staff burning with emerald runes. Mithra at his side, her golden aura blazing bright again.)
(Together, the children of gods and titans raised their power skyward.)
Eon's Cracks Begin to Show
(Eon's countless eyes snapped wide, golden light flaring violently. The illusion shattered around Atreus, fragments of false corpses scattering like broken glass into the void.)
Eon (snarling, voice cracking): "Impossible…! No child of dust defies me!"
(His aura convulsed, the calm symmetry of his cosmic form beginning to ripple chaotically. Stars bent and screamed in orbit around him, collapsing into jagged shapes.)
(Asura pushed himself up, blood running down his jaw, and barked a harsh laugh.)
Asura (taunting): "Heh… what's wrong, 'god'? Afraid of the kids?"
(Kratos planted the Leviathan Axe into the ground, forcing himself upright despite the tremor in his knees. His one good eye burned with fire.)
Kratos (grimly): "You're slipping, Eon."
(Mithra tightened her grip on Atreus' hand, her glow steady and bright.)
Mithra (defiant): "Your chains don't hold us anymore."
(Eon reeled back, his voice twisting from sermon-calm to raw, bestial rage.)
Eon (roaring): "SILENCE! I AM THE LOOM! I AM ETERNITY! YOU. WILL. BOW!"
(Cosmic storms erupted behind him, but the cracks in his form spread wider—each defiance leaving its mark. For the first time, the god of control was losing control.)
The Shattered Foresight
(Eon reels back, emerald sparks still burning across his fractured aura. His countless eyes flash, rage twisting his once-calm features.)
Eon (roaring): "Child! You dare unravel the loom of eternity?!"
(Atreus lifts his staff again, emerald and crimson energy spiraling around him. His voice is steady, defiant.)
Atreus: "You don't see everything anymore, Eon. Not my choice. Not my future."
(He slams his staff into the ground. A second shockwave bursts outward, emerald fire searing through Eon's cosmic form. The god staggers, his golden shell splintering, the flawless rhythm of his movements breaking into chaos.)
(As the shockwave ripples out, Kratos and Asura are engulfed in the energy. Both their weapons blaze brighter—frost igniting with streaks of emerald, mantra fists roaring like suns. Their bodies surge with renewed strength, their wounds knitting faster under the storm of power.)
Kratos (low, resolved): "...The boy gives us strength."
Asura (grinning savagely): "Hah! Then let's use it to BREAK HIM!"
(The two charge, striking in tandem—Kratos' axe cleaving across one arm while Asura's mantra fists hammer into Eon's chest. For the first time, the god of eternity bleeds light, cracks spreading like shattered constellations across his form.)
Eon (staggering, disbelieving): "Impossible…! Mortals cannot—!"
The Mortalizing Blow
(Atreus gasped, knees buckling as emerald sparks burned out along his arms. His staff wavered in his grip, the second shockwave having drained nearly everything from him. He staggered, sweat streaking his face.)
Atreus (hoarse): "I… I can't… hold it…"
(A hand caught his arm—warm, steady, glowing. Mithra stood beside him, her eyes blazing bright once more. The golden aura she'd lost now flared in full force, steady and calm.)
Mithra (softly but firm): "You're not alone, Atreus. Stand with me."
(She pressed her palm against his chest. Golden mantra surged into him, intertwining with the emerald fire already coursing through his veins. Atreus' knees steadied, his eyes blazing brighter than ever—green and gold flames spiraling together.)
(They raised their hands in unison—Mithra's light and Atreus' runes twisting into a single beam of radiant power. Together, they unleashed it. The strike pierced through Eon's core, ripping through his divine shell.)
(Eon shrieked—a sound of stars shattering. His cosmic glow flickered, faltered… then shattered. The countless eyes across his body snapped shut as cracks of mortal flesh began to spread where once only starlight burned.)
(For the first time, Eon bled—not cosmic flame, but ichor, dark and heavy. His form collapsed inward, falling to one knee. His divinity peeled away, leaving him vulnerable. Mortal. Killable.)
Eon (snarling, desperate): "No…! I am eternity… I am the loom… I cannot—"