Infection;

[Kratos]

Let the battle cry be heard in the land, a shout of great destruction

The Tundra had almost fully snowed over the scorched blisters of shrubs and gnarled, singed trees, leaving behind very little evidence of the disaster that had burned the kingdom dry. Perhaps Kratos would even miss the faint smell of scorched life, did he not carry his own type of fire too? But his was much more, no fragile flame could burn hotter than what coursed his blood.

Dissent was rife among these lands, even the trees that lined the Tundra wall could whisper of the discord amongst the brothers here. A mad king with a crown half-fallen, there was no brotherhood here within these ice walls – only scattered souls with ideals wrapped about their shoulders and ambitions upon their brows.

The borders were mostly unpatrolled and had been so for quite some time, that’s how Kratos had also come to slip across the borders when the same sounds of insurgence brought him here. Chaos draws so many things; dissension, power, opportunity, treachery – it was up to the chooser to pick which would one carry them through. But Kratos would choose them all.

The skull painted giant moves through the whiteness with black nostrils flaring at the beast’s putrid smell, and although he does not turn away (he would never turn away) he snorts with disgust. Kratos had never cared to wear a false face, besides niceties were overrated and it looked half dead anyways, “what the fuck’s going on with you?” He asks, indicating to the splotches of clotted blood and exposed bone, “don’t come in here trying to spread that sick shit around.” Kratos takes his time as he rounds Infection, there is no belligerence in his prowl and a slight timbre of curiosity peaks in his repulsed tone.

For the whole land will be devoured by the fire of his hunger

KRATOS

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