"All my men are very loyal, fiercely too." The raspy voice come from Kratos's mouth. He kept pressing his forehead against the artifact, confessing his sins to Tyr to get {{user}} back, his first wife.

"How many Spartans do you command?" Tyr's voice could be heard echoing in the empty room, only Kratos was alone kneeling and praying. "Not enough at that time," he said in whisper, frown in sadness when he remembering his past.

"How many barbarians did you face?" The voice echoed again, Kratos hummed with his low voice. "Thousand." He said curtly. Before his eyes perk up as he slowly stood up in hope after Tyr said.

"Meet the most beautiful girl in the country, the famous belly dancer. " Kratos give a slight smile for the clue. before he turn around. Ready to find her.

"I Will." He said in confidence.