Tales of the God of war

The stars spiraled downward, streaking toward Kratos like celestial spears. Each one carried the weight of Caelus's power, enough to obliterate a mortal—and even gods. But Kratos had long ceased being defined by such limits. He leapt, dodging one star, then another, his instincts razor-sharp.

The battlefield collapsed further, folding into itself. Time and space seemed to distort as Caelus raised his spear high. "I am eternity," he declared, his voice shattering the void. "And your defiance ends now."

Kratos's feet hit the ground, his body crackling with energy. He gritted his teeth, calling on the combined essence of Aetherion's strength, Solinara's fire, and Malgrin's shadow. The three forces clashed within him, threatening to tear him apart, but he forced them to unite. His fists glowed with a power unlike any he had wielded before.

"You call yourself eternity," Kratos growled. "But I have faced death itself—and returned."

Caelus thrust his spear, the void around its tip collapsing into a singularity. Kratos charged, meeting the spear with his bare hands. The impact was cataclysmic. Light and shadow exploded outward, tearing through the collapsing battlefield.

For a moment, the world was silent.

Caelus stumbled, his grip on the spear faltering. "Impossible..." he muttered, looking down at Kratos. The Spartan had caught the spear mid-strike, his hands glowing with divine energy.

Kratos roared, shattering the weapon with sheer force. He lunged forward, delivering a devastating blow to Caelus's chest. The god reeled, cracks forming in his pristine armor.

"You bleed, Eternal King," Kratos said coldly, his voice heavy with purpose.

Caelus snarled, summoning the remaining energy of the void. The stars collapsed inward, their light dimming. The Eternal King's form began to blur, his power condensing into a single, unstoppable force.

"I will not fall to you!" Caelus bellowed, his voice shaking the heavens.

Kratos planted his feet firmly, flames erupting from his hands. "Then I will make you fall."

He surged forward, each strike breaking through Caelus's defenses. With one final, earth-shattering blow, Kratos drove his fists into the god's core. The light of the void burst outward, engulfing them both.

When the light faded, Caelus lay broken, his form crumbling into stardust. A shimmering essence floated above his remains, brighter and more potent than any Kratos had absorbed before.

Breathing heavily, Kratos reached for it, his hand trembling as he absorbed the Eternal King's power. The whispers within him roared, their voices merging into a single, deafening chorus.

Ahead, the void began to stabilize, revealing a path that led deeper into the unknown. The war was not yet over.