With the fall of Sigrun, Queen of the Valkyries, Wang Qiuer had completed all her side challenges. Now, only the final main quest remained—scatter the ashes atop Midgard's highest peak and put an end to that relentless "immortal god," Baldur.
[Peak of Midgard]
The freezing wind howled as heavy snow fell.
When Kratos and Atreus finally arrived before the Teleport leading to Jotunheim, that lingering figure appeared once more.
Baldur was no longer the madman who could only rant and scream. He had become an avenger filled with pain and hatred. He wanted to kill his own mother, Freya, because she had stripped him of every sensation.
"I can't feel anything... No pain, no joy... Is this what it means to be alive?!" Baldur's roar echoed across the snowy mountaintop.
Freya tried to stop Kratos from hurting her son, even as Baldur was choking her.
"Do it!" Wang Qiuer stared coldly at the Screen. "That useless mama's boy talks way too much. Just chop him down!"
The battle erupted.
But this was no ordinary fight. In order to stop them, Freya summoned the dead giant Thamur. Massive frost-covered arms kept slamming down, trying to separate the two.
For a time, the scene was utter chaos.
"This is so annoying! Why is this old woman causing trouble everywhere?!" Wang Qiuer controlled Kratos as he dodged Baldur's lightning-fast punches while avoiding the vines Entangling across the ground. "Can't we just chop her down too?"
"That's his mother." Lu Yuan quietly reminded her from behind. "And watch out for Atreus's arrows."
Just then, Baldur threw a punch at Atreus, who was trying to stand between them.
In that instant, Atreus raised the Mistletoe arrowhead hanging before his chest.
Squelch!
That tiny, unremarkable green Mistletoe pierced Baldur's palm.
It was as though a spell