(For a moment, silence. Then Asura's tone softened, just barely—like cracks showing through stone.)
Asura (quiet, almost to himself):
"You know… it's been a long time since I fought side by side with someone. You reminded me of an old friend."
(Atreus raised a brow, grinning as he gestured at himself.)
Atreus:
"Let me guess—he was cool, and brave, right?"
(Asura gave a short, humorless chuckle. His eyes turned distant.)
Asura:
"…He sacrificed himself to help me. Even after he betrayed me once… I could never hate him. He was my brother in everything but blood."
(Atreus's grin faded. His voice softened, empathy breaking through his usual sharpness.)
Atreus:
"…I'm sorry. What was his name?"
(Asura's gaze lingered on the horizon, his voice heavy with both loss and pride.)
Asura:
"Yasha."
(Atreus's lips pressed together. His eyes dipped, then rose again, gentle and thoughtful.)
Atreus (softly):
"I… miss my mother sometimes, too. But I believe she's in a better place. Maybe your friend is too. Who knows? Maybe he's even watching over us right now."
(Asura actually smiled—a small, gruff, but genuine smile. He gave a short nod.)
Asura:
"Maybe…"
(Before the quiet could settle, a Voidpawn slithered out of the shadows, screeching, lunging toward Atreus's back. But Asura's head snapped, instincts flaring. He lunged—grabbing the creature's sword arm in his teeth mid-swing. With a guttural roar, he ripped the limb clean off, blood and molten ichor spraying across the ground.)
Asura (roaring with teeth bared):
"YOU DARE ATTACK THE KID AND IGNORE ME?! AM I NOT A WORTHY OPPONENT TO YOU?!"
(The Voidpawn stared at its severed arm, then at Asura—eyes wide with panic. Asura spat the limb aside and leaned forward, teeth dripping with blood and fire, voice low and menacing.)
Asura:(eyes glowing)
"Fight me."
(The Voidpawn shrieked in terror and bolted. Asura's eyes widened in fury as he gave chase, bellowing across the field.)
Asura (furious):
"I SAID FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"
(Atreus stood frozen, staring in disbelief as Asura tore across the molten plain like a predator unleashed. His voice dropped into a whisper, more awe than fear.)
Atreus (to himself):
"…This Asura… even without arms, he's still a terrifying predator."
(In his mind's eye, Atreus pictured it: a wolf with its forelimbs torn away, eyes glowing with fire, frothing at the mouth as it tore after a rabbit crying out in fear. The image stuck, chilling and impressive all at once.)
Atreus (softly, almost a prayer):
"Father… what would you do if you were here, I wonder…"
Eon's Throne
(Eon sat on his throne of fractured stars, facepalming in embarrassment as he watched the chaos below.)
Eon (groaning):
"Ugh… Asura. You'll never change, will you? Always screaming, always smashing… It's like watching the same play over and over again."
(He waved a hand dismissively, muttering to himself.)
Eon:
"Not that it matters. The Loom flows exactly as it shou—"
(Asura's bellow suddenly boomed through the cosmic eye, loud enough to rattle the throne itself.)
Asura (off-screen, roaring):
"ONCE I CATCH YOU I WILL WIPE THIS WHOLE PLACE WITH YOU BU—!"
(Eon's eyes widened. He leapt upright, swiping at the eye and snapping it shut before Asura could finish the word, muttering in a mixture of panic and exasperation.)
Eon (deadpan, muttering):
"...Okay, okay! That's enough of that. Why do I even keep these listening posts?"
Eon (sarcastic, under his breath):
"Next time I'm installing a 'mute' button... or maybe a 'rage translator'—clearly, I need subtitles for this one."
Eon (muttering):
"Honestly... maybe I should've ripped his head instead of his arms. Urgh."
(He leaned back, shaking his head, more annoyed than threatened.)
Eon:
"Gods above… if rage were coin, that fool would own eternity."
The Path Forward
(The realms slowly stilled, though their scars remained. Frozen towers loomed in silence where Kratos and Mithra pressed on, illusions lingering like watchful eyes. Shattered ice-beasts lay in their wake, the echoes of Iselia's final smile still heavy in Mithra's heart.)
(Far away, molten air seethed as Asura and Atreus vaulted broken cliffs, the remains of Thaurak scattered like smoldering mountains. Together they struck down the last of the flame-born horrors, clutching the fragments that burned with strange, volatile power.)
(The shards pulsed faintly—pieces of something greater, drawn to one another across the fractured realms.)
(And in the shadows between realities… Eon watched.
His many eyes glimmered like dying suns, his whisper bleeding into the very fabric of the realms.)
Eon (echoing, low):
"Even gods bleed.
Even titans fall.
But what will they sacrifice…
to rise again?"