SalvatoreSt

Aperture Science is proud to present you the Portal Gun. This device is designed to solve challenging tests in the Aperture Science test chambers and, with the results obtained, to further update the device in order to take the "Best Science Laboratory" award from Black Mesa. This mod transforms the Simray object in the game into the Portal Gun. Unfortunately, it seems impossible to access the original Simray in the game while using this mod (at least I couldn't manage it). If you would be able to help me in this situation i will appreciate it!

Special Thanks to @mauvemorn

At the Temple of Athena

After gaining strength from the Statue of Grief, Kratos made his way to Athena’s temple to seek her counsel. Standing before the goddess’s statue, he called out, and she appeared in a shimmer of divine light.

Her voice resonated in his mind.

“I have done what you asked of me,” Kratos said. “But still, I lack the strength to slay a god.”

Athena regarded him calmly, her divine presence unwavering.

“You have potential, Spartan. I can see the fire within your soul. At the end of this road, you will have the power to claim your vengeance and satisfy the will of Olympus.”

Kratos clenched his fists, resolute, yet he needed certainty.

“Do not forget why I endure this, Athena. You promised me freedom from my past—that the visions of my wife and daughter will vanish forever.”

Her words were steady, devoid of empathy.

“When you fulfill our will, your sins will be absolved. But now, you must journey to the Forgotten Woods. There you will find the Oracle. Only she can guide you to the path of true power. She has been taken by the servants of my brother. Go swiftly, Spartan. Your time wanes.”

Without hesitation, Kratos descended into the Forgotten Woods. The forest was silent, cloaked in an unsettling stillness, but he pressed forward. Soon he was ambushed by Ares’s minions, and with merciless fury, he cut them down.

The undead warrior fell first beneath the Blades of Chaos. The satyr hesitated, fear in its eyes, but when it lunged, its attack was met with the same relentless steel.

From deeper in the woods, a scream echoed. Kratos sprinted toward the sound and discovered a woman held captive by a centaur. The beast was powerful, its form a mixture of man and stallion, but Kratos’s will was unbreakable.

The battle was fierce, each strike shaking the earth, but at last, Kratos drove his blade into the creature’s chest, ending its life in a torrent of blood.

The Oracle, trembling but alive, looked to her savior with gratitude. She stepped closer, her voice warm yet mysterious.

“I know the path, warrior. You must journey to the Cursed Lands. Take this conch—it will open the way. Along your journey, I shall guide you when the shadows fall.”

Kratos raised the conch to his lips and blew. The eyes of a nearby statue glowed with otherworldly fire, and before him, the path to the Cursed Lands revealed itself.

Meanwhile, on Mount Olympus, Zeus gathered the gods in his grand throne room. The air was tense as the divine beings took their places, sensing the storm brewing below. Among them sat Ares, his fiery gaze filled with defiance.

Zeus, seated upon his mighty throne, spoke with authority. "Ares defies the balance. His madness threatens not only mortals but the order of the gods themselves."

Ares leaned forward, his armored fingers gripping the hilt of his massive sword. "Balance?" he scoffed. "You speak of balance while you cower behind a mortal? Kratos is nothing but a broken warrior, a puppet clinging to vengeance. He cannot stop me."

Athena stepped forward, her voice unwavering. "Kratos has claimed the power he needs to challenge you, Ares. Your reckless destruction has gone too far."

Zeus remained silent for a long moment, his piercing gaze fixed on Ares. Finally, his voice thundered through the chamber. "The path is set. Your fate, Ares, will soon be decided."

Ares let out a low, rumbling laugh. "Then let him come. Let him try." Flames erupted from his hands as he rose from his seat. "I will crush him as I have crushed all who dared oppose me."

As the gods watched in silence, the battle between Kratos and Ares was no longer just a mortal’s revenge—it had become a war that would shake Olympus itself.

After the gods dispersed from the throne room, Ares made his way to a secluded chamber, where Aphrodite awaited him. Draped in elegance, she gazed at him with a mix of amusement and concern.

"You seem troubled, my love," she purred, tracing a finger along his armored chest.

Ares scoffed, his eyes burning with fury. "The fools believe a mere mortal can challenge me. They place their hopes in a broken Spartan."

Aphrodite smirked, tilting her head. "Kratos is no ordinary man, Ares. You made him what he is."

Ares clenched his fists, flames flickering at his fingertips. "He is nothing without me. And soon, he will be nothing at all."

Aphrodite chuckled softly, stepping closer. "Perhaps... but tell me, do you fear him?"

Ares glared, his pride wounded by the very thought. "I fear nothing."

Aphrodite simply smiled, then leaned in and kissed Ares, her lips soft yet intoxicating. For a brief moment, the God of War let go of his rage, losing himself in her embrace. But as their lips parted, her eyes gleamed with knowing amusement.

"Then prove it," she whispered.

Ares smirked, his confidence reignited. "I will. And when Kratos falls, Olympus will remember why I am the true God of War."

Aphrodite said nothing more, only watching as Ares turned and strode away, his fury burning brighter than ever.