The air atop Mount Olympus tasted of copper and ozone. Kratos , the Ghost of Sparta, felt the familiar weight of the Blades of Exile against his back. Below him, the world was a canvas of chaos. Floods swallowed cities as Poseidon fell; darkness choked the land with the passing of Helios. Every god slain was a brick pulled from the foundation of existence.

Gaia’s voice rumbled like an earthquake beneath his feet. "The reign of Zeus ends today, Spartan."