He looked at the Gorgon Gate and sneered. He touched the Golden Fleece adorning his shoulders, magical tingles passing into him. Before it had been only a cape. Now glowing plates adhered to his armor.

The Gorgon’s eyes fixed on him. The heat and stark power staggered him, but the golden armor bolstered his ability to fend off even the most severe blow. He advanced, the Barbarian King’s war hammer in his right hand.

Torrents of energy poured around him, as if he were a seaside rock and a mighty storm’s waves crashed against him. Like that rock, he did not bend or yield. Grunting, he swung the hammer as hard as he could against the face of the stone Gorgon. It exploded into a million pieces.

God of War II, Chapter 33