Zane awoke strapped to a sacrificial stone altar, surrounded by ash-gray skies and the distant bellow of , the World Serpent. Before him stood Kratos , the Ghost of Sparta, now a mythic avatar of vengeance in a world teetering into chaos. “You carry a digital curse, son of man,” Kratos growled, his Leviathan Axe crackling with energy. “The 7z009 you unlocked… it is a rift between realms.”