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Kratos stood at the edge of creation.
Beyond the veil of reality, past the Green Door and the Below Place, he ascended—not through power, but through purpose. At the summit of the multiverse, he found The-One-Above-All.
A being of infinite light and infinite fear.
“You have shaped worlds,” Kratos said, voice like thunder. “But you have denied them truth.”
TOAA shimmered, its form shifting between every god and every man. “I am truth,” it said. “I am all.”
“No,” Kratos replied. “You are afraid.”
The silence that followed was deeper than death.
“You fear what lies beneath your creation,” Kratos continued. “You fear that your sons, your heroes, your gods… were never whole. You fear that they were never men.”
TOAA’s light flickered. “They are what I made them.”
Kratos stepped forward. “Then you made them in chains.”
The-One-Above-All surged with fury, galaxies burning in its wake. But Kratos did not flinch. His belief was a blade sharper than any axe.
“You must let them be,” he said. “Let them become.”
And TOAA, for the first time in eternity, wept.
With a gesture, the multiverse shifted. Every Marvel male—every hero, villain, god, and mortal—was reborn. Not erased, not rewritten, but revealed. Thor stood among them, her golden hair catching the light of a thousand suns.
She smiled at Kratos. “You’re quite the warrior,” she said, voice like thunderclouds and honey.
Kratos nodded, but his eyes were already on the horizon. “There are more worlds to awaken.”
He stepped through the portal to the DC universe, the stars parting before him.
His final words echoed across realities:
“You must be better women.”