Disclaimer: I don't own "God of War" or "RWBY". "God of War" belongs to Santa Monica Studios, while "RWBY" belongs to RoosterTeeth.

For the longest time, the only noise that could be heard was the wind and the dripping of blood from the spike that impaled Kratos. For a while there was no movement, for both Kratos and Xanatos were dead, while Pyrrha was buried underneath a pile of bricks. Suddenly, there was grunting; the pile of bricks covering Pyrrha slowly began to move. Shortly after, a shout was heard, bricks from the pile went flying everywhere, and Pyrrha stood above the pile with her shield in her hand with her body glowing a mixture of red and green. She looked at her arms, then at her stomach where the pillar had made contact with her armor, and saw that her entire being was glowing before it dissipated. "Red and green? My aura is red, why is it…? Wait a minute," She said to herself as she thought back to the room with the magic sand. She remembered feeling something tingling inside of her after stepping into the sand. She thought it was just her strength being invigorated, not just her aura. She wasn't complaining though, for if it hadn't she might have been killed alongside with, "Kratos!" She shouted as she remembered the events that had just transpired. She ran through the hole in the wall and returned to the temple's entrance; the sight she saw was grisly: the first thing she saw was the torn, shredded, and mangled body of Xanatos. She gasped in horror at the morbid sight before her, "Xanatos… no." She sat down beside his body and gently closed his eyelids with her hands before placing his hands onto his chest. She then turned to see the image of Kratos' body pinned to the wall with blood splattered everywhere; she approached his body, placed a hand on his shoulder, and closed her eyes as if to say a prayer for his soul. A few seconds later, she removed her hand from his shoulder and somberly said, "Go be with your family, Spartan." She turned around again became horrified at the fact that Pandora's Box was nowhere to be found. "Where's Pandora's Box?" She searched for the box frantically but found nothing; she fell to her knees and began lamenting at the current situation. "Kratos… Xanatos… we failed." She raised her hands to her face as she said, "I failed… again." She then raised her head up towards the sky with tears forming in her eyes, "Athena… I'm so sorry. I failed you."

Then a voice was heard; an elegant woman's voice, "No you haven't. Not yet."

Pyrrha's head perked up towards the heavens as she heard the voice speak to her, "Athena?"

"Rise Pyrrha. There is still time for you to save the people of Athens."

Pyrrha rose to her feet as instructed but replied back towards the voice, "How? Pandora's Box is gone and Kratos is dead. I'm also stranded here with no way to return to Athens!"

There was silence.

"Athena?"

Suddenly, the sound of a high-pitched whistle could be heard. Just as suddenly as the whistle appeared, it disappeared in an instant. This confused Pyrrha for a brief second before she heard the sound of a loud neighing coming towards her. She looked up into the air and saw a shadowy figure with wings coming towards her; she looked through the scope of her rifle to get a look at what flew towards her and was relieved at the sight, "The Pegasus!" Pyrrha shouted excitedly. The winged horse landed next to Pyrrha and nuzzled its head with hers, hoping it would comfort the downtrodden Huntress.

"Get on the Pegasus, there is no time to lose."

"But what about Kratos and Pandora's Box?"

"Kratos' death is a setback… a setback that I was told would NOT happen… Khronos."

"Come now, Athena. You talk as if this is Kratos' first time to the Underworld," said a second voice that was also familiar to the Huntress.

"Khronos?"

"In my defense, I said that Kratos would fail his mission without my help. I didn't say anything about him not dying."

"How can you speak so nonchalantly about this?"

"Because death cannot hold those with purpose, Pyrrha."

"What?"

"Get on the Pegasus, and I'll explain everything as you make your way to Athens."

"What about Pandora's Box?"

"If Khronos is talking about the event that I think he is, then Ares will be doing exactly what I want him to do."

"I'm… sorry?" The huntress said perplexed.

"With Pandora's Box in Ares' possession, it'll be in the right place for Kratos to use when he rejoins you."

"Rejoins?" She looked back at Kratos' impaled body inside the temple and remembered the stories that Mateo told her about why Kratos wasn't favored by Hades. "Could there actually be truth to those rumors?" She thought to herself as she climbed onto the Pegasus' back. The winged horse reared its front hooves into the air, ran towards the edge of the staircase while flapping its wings, jumped into the air, and began flying through the air towards Athens with the young Huntress on its back.

Pyrrha held onto the horse's mane as she rode through the air; while riding, she heard the voice of Khronos once again speak to her, "I know you've heard speculations and rumors about Kratos' journey to the Underworld through Mateo, but allow me to give you the full picture as to what happened." Images appeared before Pyrrha as she flew through the air on the winged horse, images of a younger Kratos that played out before the Huntress as he spoke, "Nine years ago, Kratos was sent on a mission by Athena to rescue the sun God, Helios, from the Titan, Atlas. Kratos' search led him to the Underworld, and he would face off against the relentless ferryman named Charon. Charon killed the Spartan, and sent his soul to the pits of Tartarus; however, Kratos was able to fight his way out of Tartarus, make his way back to Charon and, brutally, kill the ferryman the next time they met. Having defeated Charon, Kratos journeyed deeper into Hades and closer to his goal. But on the shore, something caught his attention, and to Kratos… it almost seemed like an apparition." An image of a little girl appeared before Pyrrha; a girl with short, pulled-back brown hair covered by a blue hair band, and wearing a long blue dress while playing a flute.

"Is that…" Pyrrha questioned as her eyes widened at the child that appeared before her.

"Indeed it is."

"CALLIOPE!" The image of Kratos shouted as his ship drew closer towards the shore of Hades' palace. The image of the child ran off towards the castle just as the ship was nearing the shoreline. The image changed to a different scene, with an angry Kratos standing before a woman with long, black hair with part of it in a bun, wearing a long black dress that exposed her cleavage and her stomach, and wearing golden jewelry as her bun, and as arm bands and bracelets on both of her wrists. She was elegant, yet somber and hiding a vengeful heart behind her beauty.

"Kratos' journey would lead him to Persephone, wife of Hades and Goddess of the Underworld. She made a deal with him: Kratos would get to be with his child again if he gave up all of his strength and all of his sins. He accepted without hesitation; he got to see his daughter again, but would come to regret his decision when Persephone revealed that she released Atlas from his prison. She then revealed that with both of their might combined, they would tear down the world chain that held Olympus and the mortal realm together; causing the end of the world. If her plan succeeded, the whole world, including the Underworld, would have been destroyed. Kratos regained his strength, but was forced to abandon his child." Tears began to form and fall from Pyrrha's eyes when she saw Kratos struggle with pulling his child from his leg, and eventually push her away in order to regain his lost powers and slay the minions of Persephone to become the Ghost of Sparta once again. Hearing Calliope's cries didn't help keep her composure while on the Pegasus. "During their battle, Kratos would imprison Atlas and force him to hold the world forever on his shoulders by embedding his chains into the Earth itself. The Spartan would also come out victorious in his fight against Persephone by killing her, and eternally earning Hades' ire. He then would return to the world of the living and continue serving the Gods of Olympus." The images disappeared and the Pegasus landed in the courtyard of the Oracle's Temple; Pyrrha dismounted the steed, patted its head, and looked up to the sky again as Khronos spoke again, "As you saw yourself Pyrrha, Kratos is too driven to allow death to keep him down. He will be back, just wait and see."

"For now, however, your task is to help as many people as you possibly can escape from Athens. Starting with the Oracle."

Almost on cue, the Oracle of Athens could be seen running towards Pyrrha away from a Minotaur. Pyrrha ran towards the Oracle, jumped over her, and threw her spear at the creature's chest. The bovine was pinned to the ground; its blood spilled everywhere, and disappeared into nothingness. The Oracle turned around in time to see Pyrrha slay the creature, and pull her weapon out of the ground and ready herself for anything else that may attack them. "Pyrrha Nikos," the Oracle said with relief in her voice, "you've returned to Athens alive! Praise Athena! There's still time for you and Kratos to… wait… where's the Spartan?" She asked as she looked around in search of the Ghost of Sparta. "Where's Pandora's Box?"

"He's… dead. Ares killed him just as we were exiting the temple with Pandora's Box. As for the box… Ares has it." The Oracle stepped back at the news of Kratos' demise, and fell to her knees when she heard that Ares was now in possession of Pandora's Box.

"Then we are doomed," the Oracle said grimly, "and Athens will burn to the ground this day."

"No it won't," Pyrrha said with determination in her voice, "the Gods assured me that Kratos will return and defeat Ares. Right now, I need to get you out of here." She said as she picked the Oracle up and placed her on the Pegasus. Pyrrha mounted the steed and flew towards the docks of Athens; once there, the Oracle dismounted and joined the fleeing citizens on a boat that was set to leave the city. Pyrrha turned her attention towards the direction of the city, tapped the horse's stomach with her heels, and flew into the city in search of survivors.

While Pyrrha made her way towards Athens on the Pegasus, Kratos' soul fell down towards the Underworld along with the souls of many people who were dying on a daily basis. The River Styx beckoned below; with a current strong enough to carry even the strongest mortal to their eternal resting place. While he was falling, Kratos saw a ledge with someone dangling from it. Using the momentum of his fall, the Spartan made his way towards the human who was dangling from the edge, and grabbed onto their legs just in the nick of time. Kratos had no intention of "resting", he intended to live and return to the world of the living. The human he grabbed on to shouted in pain and almost lost his grip as he shouted, "let go fool! You won't drag me down into that cursed river!"

Normally, Kratos' first instinct at such an insult would have been to jam one of his Blades into the fool's torso, but he restrained himself and continued to use the human's body as a ladder before saying, "THERE IS A TASK LEFT FOR ME ABOVE. I WILL SEE IT COMPLETED!" As he climbed onto structure made of bone, a hand of the man used as a ladder grabbed onto Kratos' heel; the Spartan turned around and faced the man who dared grab him, to his surprise the person who grabbed him was a face that Kratos remembered: before he started his journey to kill Ares, the Spartan had just killed the Hydra. He walked into the open mouth of the main head of the beast, and temporarily saved an old man that was captain of the ship the Hydra attacked; unfortunately, Kratos was only interested in the key the old man had in order to rescue other crew members. After taking possession of the key, he released the old man and let him fall to his death towards the Hydra's stomach.

Clearly, the old man remembered the Spartan as he said in fear, "you again?!"

Kratos jerked his foot away from the old man's hand and was about to kick at him but stopped himself. He rolled his eyes and grunted annoyingly at what he did next, for Kratos actually grabbed the old man by the scruff of his shirt, and pulled him up onto the structure with him.

This caught the old man off guard as he slowly stood up, "you… you saved me? Now? Why?"

"EITHER BE GRATEFUL I SAVED YOU, OR I CAN TOSS YOU DOWN TO THE RIVER STYX MYSELF."

"Sorry, sorry." He said as he ran up the bone structure towards the platform that awaited the two.

As Kratos walked up the structure himself, he pondered what he just did. He had just… saved a life. Why? It didn't make any sense to him; he had killed this man without hesitation back in the world of the living, so why didn't he do it again here? A place where the dead head towards their final resting place, or to their endless torment. He was in conflict with himself. Only one possibility came to his thought, "I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME WITH PYRRHA. SHE MUST BE RUBBING OFF ON ME." He shook his head of these thoughts and proceeded towards his newest task: escaping the Underworld. Before him stood giant pillars of different sizes made of bone and muscle tissues, with spikes protruding from each corner of the platforms on top. The old man looked on in horror at what lay before them; he gulped hard as he backed away from the edge while Kratos readied himself for a running start. He got low, took in a deep breath of air, snapped his head upwards, and sprinted towards the edge of the platform he was currently on. The old man moved out of the way so as not to get knocked over and watched as the Spartan leapt into the air towards the next pillar. The upper half of his torso was able to land onto the structure, allowing him to use his hands to grab onto the platform and pull himself up onto it. From there, he would continue to jump towards the pillar next to him. The old man, wanting to get out of the Underworld, attempted to do the same thing; unfortunately, he stumbled over his own feet, and his own momentum caused him to roll off the side and down towards the River Styx.

Kratos, hearing the old man's scream once he reached the top, turned around and threw his hands up into the air and let them flop back down as if to say, "well, saving him proved to be useless now didn't it?" Either way, now he was free to escape the Underworld without having to worry about babysitting anyone. He jumped and climbed onto the next large platform where there was more than enough room to move around on and fight on. When he pulled himself up, he saw that there were three Flaming Legionnaire Captains patrolling the area; almost simultaneously, the creatures turned their heads towards the Spartan and readied their weapons against him. Just as they advanced towards him, Kratos summoned the Army of the Undead from his blades and they attacked without mercy. Some were able to break the Legionnaire Captain's scythes in half; others were slamming them to the ground relentlessly until they were nothing but stain on the ground. Kratos was pleased as he realized that the spirits seemed to be stronger in the Underworld than in the living world. With the Flaming Legionnaire Captains defeated, Kratos jumped onto the next platform and repeated the process. Afterwards, he jumped towards the next platform above him and walked down a small bridge made of bone and onto a moving cylinder made of muscle tissue with spike protruding every ten feet. Kratos carefully began walking the opposite direction of the spinning platform while avoiding the blades for what seemed like an eternity; there were a few occasions where there were small platforms nearby where he could jump towards to fight off the occasional flaming Harpy or even Flaming Undead Archer, and continue on his path across the annoying pillars.

At the same time that Kratos was fighting his way out of the Underworld, Pyrrha made her way through Athens in search of any citizens left in the city. She flew over the city on the Pegasus towards the temple of Zeus and searched the surrounding area for any signs of life; she mostly ran into Undead Archers and Legionnaires that she was able to quickly and easily dispatch, but not any citizens. She entered into nearby homes and searched one at a time, listening for any sign of life; she eventually came across a family of three (a mother, and her two daughters) in a seemingly abandoned house cuddled up together and away from the windows. "It's ok," Pyrrha reassured them, "I'm here to help you." She reached out her hand towards the mother, who took it willingly while the daughters hugged tightly onto their rescuer. Pyrrha rubbed the heads of the children before exiting their home cautiously; she whistled and the Pegasus that she used for travel landed next to her. She helped the family onto the winged horse and said, "Hold on tight. This Pegasus will take you to the docks. There are ships there that are still evacuating people."

"Thank you, thank you so much" the mother said.

"It's no problem, miss," she said as she patted the Pegasus on the rear to tell it to leave.

As Pyrrha continued to rescue citizens and fight off the minions of Ares, Kratos continued his journey through the Underworld. He jumped across moving platforms floating above a great chasm while avoiding being shot at by fire arrows from Flaming Undead Archers; he hurled bolts of lightning at the Archers in retaliation, thus clearing up his path. Once to the other side, he climbed upward on the mountain-like terrain in the Underworld and engaged in combat with Flaming Armored Minotaurs wielding giant axes. Upon seeing them, Kratos did two things: first he summoned the Minions of Hades to attack the bovine beasts, and the second thing he did was change his Blades of Chaos to the Blade of Artemis; he joined in on the rampage on the creatures without hesitation and without mercy as he hacked off the creatures' limbs whenever the ghost warriors brought the beasts to the ground for the Spartan.

He continued his climb, fought off Archers and Minotaurs, and came to spinning, giant, metal pillar with curved spikes protruding from it from random spots. He stood in front of the imposing tower for a while to observe the pattern of the spikes, how to time his climb, and whether it would be a good idea to use the spikes as his stepping stools. He glared at the top and slowly looked down the tower until his gaze met the bottom; his strategy was created and his mind was made up. He waited for the first blade to appear in front of him, grabbed onto the un-sharpened end, and began his ascent.

Meanwhile, up on the living realm, Pyrrha was riding the Pegasus through Athens in search of any survivors while at the same time, fighting off the Minions of Ares. She scoured the city and directed the flying horse toward the ground towards a man and a woman running from two Wraiths. As the Pegasus made its way towards the creatures, Pyrrha unsheathed her Xiphos, transformed it into its spear mode, and readied herself to strike; she jumped from the flying horse and propelled herself towards the creatures. Just as the beasts raised their blade to strike at the fleeing humans, Pyrrha placed her spear in front of her hands, grabbed her other hand onto it, and drove the handle of the spear into the backs of the Wraiths; allowing her to pin them to the ground and perform a front flip onto her feet in front of the people. She rose up her shield, transformed her spear into its Xiphos mode, and charged the beasts before they had an opportunity to sink into the ground. She beheaded the first one, stepped on the arm of the other, and stabbed it through the back. As the beasts' corpse disappeared, Pyrrha instructed the couple to get on the Pegasus' back and escape to the docks. They thanked her, and they flew off on the horse.

The Pegasus didn't get too far when Pyrrha heard a familiar voice call out to her, "Pyrrha, you must return to the Oracle's Temple."

"What happened? Is it under siege?"

"No, something else is about to happen. Make your way there as soon as you can."

Pyrrha heard something flying through the air toward her; she rose up her shield in the nick of time to deflect an arrow coming towards her. She looked towards the direction of the projection of the arrow and saw quite a few Undead Archers aiming their bows at the Huntress. She took cover behind some rubble just as the other six Archers shot at her. "It might take a while, Athena" Pyrrha said out loud before launching her counter attack.

Back in the Underworld: Kratos had succeeded in climbing up not only one spike tower, but two of them. He walked away from the contraption and made his way across more elevated bone pillars; making sure to avoid the falling souls in the process. After making his way across the pillars, he pulled himself up onto a large platform; as soon as he made his way to the center of the platform, two Flaming Satyrs shot out of pools of darkness to intercept him. Kratos unsheathed the Blades of Chaos from his back and engaged the creatures in combat; despite being outnumbered, Kratos was able to block and avoid each strike from the Satyrs and counter with strikes from his fists, landing a blow on both of them. The beasts re-gathered themselves and tried attacking again, only for the Spartan to catch one of their staffs before it hit him, swing one into the other, and cause them to land away from him. The creatures kipped up onto their feet, spun their staffs around their bodies, and tried attacking Kratos from above and below; the Spartan was not so easily discouraged as he again was able to dodge each attack by either lifting his leg to avoid a strike from below, or move to the side to avoid an attack from above. He kicked the Satyr away from him, causing it to fall to the ground; however, the other Satyr avoided its comrade's body by jumping over it. As soon as it landed, Kratos stabbed the creature in its face; the body went limp and disintegrated into nothingness, leaving only one. Kratos heard something in the distance though: as soon as the Satyr was slain, a pillar rose from the depths of Hades and matched the height of the platform he stood on. It stood alone far away; when Kratos realized this and saw another Satyr pop from the ground, he knew exactly what it was that he had to do. He tightened his grip on his blades, and went to work.

Pyrrha stuck her rifle out from behind the pillar she hid behind and began firing at the Undead Archers that shot at her; one by one, each of them fell before her. Besides Archers, she shot at Harpies that circled above trying to attack her. Just as she finished off the remaining Archers, the Pegasus flew through the Harpy cluster and killed most of them. It landed next to Pyrrha and the Huntress jumped onto its back, "we need to head back to the Oracle's Temple" she told the flying horse. It nodded its head, and began flying in the direction of the temple with the Harpies following behind them. The young Huntress turned around on the flying horse and began firing at the Harpies that followed them. As she shot down each Harpy one by one, one stray Harpy flew towards Pyrrha from a different direction; the Pegasus neighed to warn Pyrrha, she turned around, saw the Harpy, quickly transformed her rifle into its Xiphos mode, and sliced the Harpy in two.

After flying for what seemed like an eternity, Pyrrha had finally reached the entrance of the Oracle's Temple; the building itself was in shambles and didn't resemble the once great architect it once was when the young Huntress first arrived with Kratos. The bridge that connected the mountain path to the temple was destroyed, so no one, if anyone, was left they couldn't escape. She looked around the courtyard and noticed that the pile of dirt that the gravedigger she met before was bigger, huge even. She walked towards the hole and jumped back a bit as the old man with worms in his hair suddenly popped up from where he was working like a gopher.

"Ah, you're back," he said with a smile on his face, "and just in time too."

"Have you" Pyrrha asked, "been digging here the entire time?"

"Oh yes, child. It was very important that I continued, for the time is nigh."

"In what way?"

"Would you tie this rope around this block for me?" He asked as he secured the other end of the rope around a sturdy tree stump nearby. Pyrrha was hesitant at first, but did as the strange old asked.

"Now what?" she asked as she handed the block to the old man.

"Watch" was his only reply as he dropped the brick into the hole.

Kratos, took his blade out of the body of the Satyr and watched as the final pillar rose from the depths of the Underworld. He jumped across each pillar without hesitation until he reached the literal end of the trail. He made it to a large platform and looked at the emptiness before him, wondering what he was to do next. Suddenly, he heard a noise from above him, a sound of something heavy falling towards him. He looked up to see a block of concrete tied to rope falling to the platform he stood on; not looking the gift horse in the mouth, Kratos immediately made his way towards the concrete and began climbing up the rope tied to it. He climbed, and climbed, and climbed up the rope until the image of the Underworld completely vanished and turned into dirt. From dirt, he saw the night sky, and with the night sky he saw clouds; he looked around and saw a flabbergasted Pyrrha Nikos and the gravedigger smiling the biggest smile. He jumped from the rope and onto solid ground; he was back in the mortal realm.

"Ah, Kratos" the old man began, "and not a moment too soon. I only just finished digging just a moment ago."

"WHO ARE YOU?" the Spartan asked with the utmost curiosity.

"And how did you know this would happen?" the young Huntress asked, still hardly believing what just transpired before her.

"Now those are interesting questions," the old man replied. Just as he finished his sentence, a loud explosion caught the attention of everyone present. "But for now," he spoke again turning towards the two warriors, "the both of you must hurry. Athens needs you."

"BUT HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS…"

"Athena isn't the only God keeping watch on you two, Spartan." Another explosion caught their attention, and this time when they turned back around the old man was gone. They searched but only his voice could be heard as he said, "Complete your task Kratos, and the Gods will forgive your sins." The disappearance of the old man, along with his final message, left the two speechless and confused. Was he really a God? If so, which one?

The two were about to head towards the temple, but Pyrrha spoke up, "Kratos… are you actually… alive?"

"DO YOUR EYES DECEIVE YOU, PYRRHA?" he asked in a challenging tone.

"No they don't… it's just… the pillar at the temple… I watched you die… "

"THERE'S NO TIME FOR AN EXPLANATION, WE NEED TO MOVE. NOW."

"You're right… I'm sorry."

Kratos grunted at those two words, causing Pyrrha to lightly chuckle. They headed into the ruined temple and made quick work of every single opposition that came before them. They powered their way through the temple and ran through a destroyed outdoor area that was once the beautiful where the two warriors discussed with the Oracle on how to defeat Ares. Towers were destroyed, the statue of Athena a pile of rubble, and debris everywhere. The two made their way through the passageway, which remained open even when they left, and out towards the foot of the Suicide Bluffs. The two made their way towards the sword bridge and slowly made their way to the edge as they sneaked up on a gloating Ares. Kratos and Pyrrha had traversed the Desert of Lost Souls, bested the deadly traps of Pandora's Temple, and while Pyrrha helped rescue many citizens of Athens, Kratos had escaped Hades itself; there was but one task left.

"Zeus!" Ares said as he raised his arms in the air and shouted towards the heavens with Pandora's Box tied to a chain in his hands, "Do you see now what your son can do? You cast your favor on Athena, yet her city lies in ruins before me! And now, even Pandora's Box is mine! Would you have me use it against Olympus itself?" Ares stopped speaking for a moment, for he felt something, or someone, watching him. One presence he recognized as his former minion, yet the other was unfamiliar to him; he turned around to confirm his suspicions and said in a half-impressed tone, "Kratos… returned even from the Underworld." He then looked at Pyrrha, "And his child apprentice." He turned back around and continued his tirade towards the heavens, "Is THIS the best you can do, Father? You send a broken mortal and a little girl to defeat me? The God of War?"

Both warriors took offense to that remark; Kratos summoned a bolt of lightning while Pyrrha transformed her Xiphos into its rifle mode, took aim at the chain that held Pandora's Box, and fired. The chain completely disintegrated and the box fell to the beach below. Pyrrha was about to jump down to secure it, but Kratos held out his arm in front of her to stop the young Huntress. He looked at her with the most serious look she had ever seen and said, "DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT I SAID TO YOU WHEN WE FIRST MET?"

The words that Kratos spoke of echoed in Pyrrha's mind as she placed her weapon onto her back. She nodded and said, "Take him down."

Kratos nodded, and jumped to the beach below to reach Pandora's Box. He pushed open the lid and was consumed with light; after thousands of years, Pandora's Box was finally opened. The power of the Gods unleashed. Kratos began to increase in height, and the light energy that surrounded him didn't stop glowing until he had reached the same exact height as Ares. Disdain and disgust was visible in Ares' expression as he saw this mortal grow; this mortal dared to challenge a God of Olympus? He would make this man suffer for his insolence and he would not hold anything back.

"You are still just a MORTAL," he said as Kratos finally stopped growing, "every bit as weak as the day you BEGGED me to save your life!"

"I AM NOT THE SAME MAN YOU FOUND THAT DAY," Kratos said as he unsheathed the Blades of Chaos from his back and readied himself in a fighting stance, "THE MONSTER YOU CREATED HAS RETURNED… TO KILL YOU!"

"You have no idea what a TRUE monster is, Kratos!" Ares slightly bent forward, pulled his arms up to his chest, and grunted as something unexpected happened: out of Ares' back appeared giant, flaming, metal, spider-like limbs. At first they came out one at a time, but as the seconds passed five more emerged from Ares' very back with his armor left undamaged. He stood straight up as if nothing happened; Pyrrha's shook her head almost in disbelief at what she just saw and didn't notice that her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. "Your final lesson is at hand!" He shouted as he pointed each of the metal arms towards the Spartan, signaling the beginning of the end.