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The very air thrummed, not with ki, but with an ancient, ponderous silence that swallowed all sound. Before them stood Kratos, a monolith of grim resolve, his skin a canvas of battle, his gaze a glacial testament to countless extinguished gods. Goku and Gohan, usually buoyant with power, seemed smaller, their auras dimmed by the sheer, unquantifiable weight of his presence. No challenge had been issued, no blow struck; only the unyielding gravity of his being had drawn them to this humble posture.
First, Goku, the legendary Saiyan who had touched the divine, knelt. His power, which had once shattered planets, now felt like a child's tantrum before a mountain range. He bowed his head, his voice, usually boisterous, now a reverent murmur, thick with uncharacteristic floridity. "Oh, unfathomable Titan of primordial might," he intoned, his hands clasped as if in prayer, "we, mere motes caught in the cosmic currents, stand humbled before the boundless abyss of your strength. Your wrath is the very forge of existence, your silence the echo of extinguished galaxies. Our petty struggles, our transient ascendancies, are but ripples upon the shore of your eternal, unyielding ocean. Accept this unworthy vessel, Master, and let me be but a single, infinitesimal atom in the boundless crucible of your tutelage, yearning only to grasp the faintest ember of your ceaseless power."