(Suddenly, the singularity pulsed outward—then collapsed violently inward, sucking everything toward it. Kratos slammed his axe into the stone to anchor himself, one arm grabbing Atreus. Asura planted his fists into the ground, mantra arms extending like grappling hooks to hold Mithra in place.)
Mithra (straining): "The portal—someone has to open a way!"
Atreus (desperate): "But how?!"
(Kratos' one good eye narrowed, and he thrust the Leviathan Axe skyward. The runes blazed, resonating with the fragments still glowing from Eon's death. A rift split open in the collapsing sky, shimmering with unstable light.)
Kratos (roaring): "NOW! GO!"
(Asura hurled Mithra upward, his mantra arms launching her toward the rift. Kratos shoved Atreus after her. The boy reached back instinctively, his staff glowing, pulling both fathers toward him with a desperate surge of runic energy.)
(The collapsing realm howled, the singularity devouring everything—but just before it consumed them, the four vanished into the blinding rift. The throne of Eon collapsed behind them, devoured by its own dying light.)
The Supernova of the Loom
(Eon's body ruptured, splitting apart in streams of golden blood and cosmic light. His scream echoed through every corner of the void as his form cracked, flared, and finally—detonated.)
The universe itself shuddered.
(The throne room splintered, colossal pillars tearing loose and spinning into the abyss. Stars blinked in and out like dying candles. The entire realm warped, twisting inward toward a collapsing core of blinding light.)
(Kratos staggered, raising an arm against the flare. Asura braced himself, mantra blazing just to stay grounded. Mithra's shield flickered around her and Atreus, straining against the shockwave.)
Atreus (shouting): "The whole place is coming down!"
Mithra (frantic): "It's not just the throne—it's reality itself!"
(The platform beneath them cracked, chunks of stone spinning into the void. A roaring voidstorm surged around them, swallowing whole galaxies into its maw.)
Kratos (growling): "Move!"
(He seized Atreus by the arm. Asura swept Mithra close with one mantra arm. Together, they hurled themselves forward as the cosmos behind them collapsed, the last remnants of Eon's power unraveling all of creation around his throne.)
(The last thing they saw was the explosion's heart—blinding, golden, endless—consuming everything.)
The World Shattered
(The throne room was gone. What remained was not stone, nor sky, nor cosmos—but rubble, the bones of a false reality collapsing in silence. The storm of light had passed. Ash and fragments of galaxies drifted like dust in the still air.)
(The first sound was a heavy breath. Kratos pushed aside shattered marble, his body rising from the wreckage. Blood streaked his arms, his armor was cracked, yet his eyes burned steady. Atreus crawled free beside him, bruised, coughing, but alive.)
(A few paces away, another figure stirred. Asura rose slowly, debris sliding from his shoulders. His six arms glowed faintly as they wrapped protectively around Mithra, shielding her through the collapse. He stood tall, carrying her gently in his arms. Mithra's eyes fluttered open, safe.)
(Kratos turned, gaze narrowing at the demigod of wrath.)
Kratos (low, heavy): "You shouldn't be alive."
(Asura met his eyes, breathing hard, voice raw but defiant.)
Asura: "Neither should you."
(The two titans held each other's stare. For the first time, no fury, no war—only the weight of survival.)
(Atreus staggered to his feet, brushing dust from his bow. He looked between them, relief breaking through his exhaustion. Mithra shifted in Asura's arms, weak but smiling.)
Asura (glancing at his arms, half a grin): "At least… they're not gone."
(His voice carried a wryness, remembering the countless times his limbs had been torn from him in battles past.)
(Mithra laughed softly, the sound fragile yet pure. A laugh that cut through the silence like sunlight piercing storm clouds. It was the sound of an ending, of something won, however broken the world now lay.)
(For the first time in what felt like eternity, the warriors stood not as weapons, but as survivors. The nightmare was over. The war was done. And for a fleeting moment… it felt like peace.)