A moment earlier...
When Odin's army had fully emerged, surrounding Kratos and the others like a tide.
Though neither Kratos nor the warriors at his side showed the slightest fear.
Deep down, they had already found the courage to die.
They were powerful. They could kill, kill many people!
But if the enemy truly were as endless as the tide...
Then even the mightiest mortal warriors would understand that nature could never be defeated!
Even if that tide was made of people.
It was still a tide!!!
Facing the relentless assault of the Einherjar, the Spartan Warriors did everything they could to kill every enemy before them.
But the terrifying part was that there were always new enemies in front of them!
And their current leader, Kratos.
That demigod whose valor far surpassed that of mortals, had been sought out at once by Sigrun, the Queen of Valkyries under Odin!
His battle with Sigrun had lasted a full two hours.
No one could describe just how fiercely those two hours of combat had raged.
Only Kratos knew that while he and Sigrun had ground against one another in ceaseless collisions.
At least six Spartan Warriors—his comrades—had been smashed into pulp by the two of them!
In other words, indirectly, he had caused the deaths of six teammates!
But he had no time for guilt, much less despair.
Because when he used an axe seized from who knew where to brutally sever Sigrun's wings.
When he planted his bare foot, clad only in papyrus sandals, on Sigrun's head.
When he wrapped both hands around Sigrun's waist and forcibly tore the Valkyrie's body away from her head...
There was no blood. The enemy before him turned into motes of light and dispersed into the air.
At that moment, Kratos felt nothing but