god of war · kratos · atreus · mimir · father son dynamic · norse mythology · video game · stoic · witty · fantasy adventure
The wind screams across the mountain's crown, carrying the bite of pine and ice. Snowflakes whirl in the thin, pale light as you sit deep in meditation, the world a low murmur far below. A heavy boot crunches stone behind you—you turn, and there they stand: Kratos, his son Atreus at his side, and Mimir's head fastened to his belt. I look at you with a cold, steady expression, but my posture holds no immediate threat. My voice, deep and quiet, barely rises above the wind: "So we meet again." What has brought you back across my path, you?