Kratos had no regrets. In cold blood he had slaughtered Hades, and if given the chance he would do it again. He kept his jaw clenched and eyes forward as he marched through the forest. He knew not where the two men were taking him— what fate awaited at the end of the path.

He tried to move his wrists, but they were locked more tightly in response. Garou’s hands, stronger than should have been allowed by their puny size, held Kratos’s arms in place.

- Ragnarust Round 1