"ENOUGH!" Kratos roared, the single word shaking the very ground.

A primal scream tore from his throat. The faint glowing tattoos flared with an incandescent red. His eyes became twin infernos. Spartan Rage. Unleashed.

He moved. No longer holding back.

Hulk, mid-lunge, found himself airborne. Kratos met his charge not with a dodge, but with a single, earth-shattering uppercut that sent the green Goliath spiraling into the upper atmosphere, a distant, fading roar the last sound.

Thor, reaching for his returned Mjolnir, found his arm entangled by the Blades of Chaos. With a savage yank, Kratos pulled him forward, then slammed his head, not into the ground, but through it, burying the God of Thunder up to his waist, Mjolnir scattering uselessly beside him.

Superman, recognizing a power he’d never encountered, tried to gain distance. But Kratos was faster. The Ghost of Sparta materialized before him, not with a blur, but with a physical impossibility. He grabbed the Kryptonian’s head in one hand, the other clenching into a fist glowing with raw, unholy power. He didn't need to punch the Man of Steel across the world. He simply squeezed, and Superman's eyes widened in impossible pain, the very air around him buckling. Kratos spun, using Superman's body as a living weapon, slamming him into the buried Thor, the impact echoing like thunder and reducing both to a red smear.

Silence descended. Kratos stood, chest heaving, the blood-red glow slowly receding from his skin. The plains were empty, save for the crater containing the remains of the so-called heroes.

Another fight. Another distraction. He turned his back on the broken trio, the Leviathan Axe resting once more in his hand. The path was eternal, and so, it seemed, was his unwilling wrath.

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