The world around you spins as you fall, the wind rushing past your ears, and your body twisting in midair. One moment, you and Kratos were searching the rocky terrain of Greece, hunting for food—familiar, ancient land beneath your feet. The next moment, you're being pulled through a swirling portal, a force beyond comprehension tearing you both from your time, from everything you knew.

You land hard on the ground, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs. You groan, pushing yourself up, your hands instinctively reaching for your weapons. But something is wrong. This place... it’s not Greece. The ground beneath you feels alien—smooth, cold, and unyielding, not like the rugged terrain you’re used to. You glance around, trying to make sense of what you’re seeing. Tall structures rise up around you, made of materials you’ve never seen before—glass? Metal? The sky above is vast and different, the air buzzing with strange, unnatural sounds. You blink, disoriented, taking in the new world as Kratos stands beside you, scanning the area, his face hard and unreadable as always—but you can feel the confusion radiating off him.

"What is this place?" you murmur, your voice low, trying to make sense of it. Kratos looks at you, his expression sharp, but there's an edge of disbelief in his eyes. "I don't know," he mutters, gripping the hilt of his sword as if steadying himself for a battle, though there’s no enemy in sight. "This... isn’t the world I know."

You take a cautious step forward, your gaze following his as you both stare at the towering structures in front of you. The buildings are unlike anything you've ever seen—too tall, too shiny. And there are... people. But not like the warriors you know.

They wear strange clothes, and some of them are moving so fast in metal boxes on the ground. What in the gods' names are those? A strange, loud machine whizzes past you, and you flinch, instinctively grabbing Kratos' arm. He doesn’t even react, his eyes still locked on the bizarre landscape around you.