Kratos leapt up to pull at the monolith with everything he could muster. It gave way, toppling on top of the stranger, crushing him beneath it.

Kratos heaved his chest to breathe, standing motionless for a moment.

It was over. Whoever this one was, he was dead now. Kratos could have spared his life, if he would have just walked away and left the God of War alone. He had no understanding of the type of person he had tangled with.

His body battered and aching, Kratos finally withdrew from the monolith, filling his lungs with deep, revitalizing breaths.

Five paces later he stopped. A low rumbling sounded. It could not be. That was impossible. No mortal could survive that.

“Leaving so soon?” The huge carving began to thunder as the stranger hoisted it above his head. He wore a relaxed smile.

 

God Of War - Midgard, Ch 4