Kratos’s Court: Max’s Defeat
It was senior year at a sprawling high school campus where hierarchies were as rigid as the concrete basketball courts.[...]
It was senior year at a sprawling high school campus where hierarchies were as rigid as the concrete basketball courts.[...]
The neon pulse of Tokyo’s Shibuya district throbbed like a living beast as Master Kratos, a towering figure of raw[...]
Late Sunday morning sunlight poured through the wide windows of Master Kratos’s bedroom, bathing the space in a bright, unrelenting[...]
For years, ever since they stepped into the crowded halls of their suburban high school as freshmen, Elliot had been[...]
The afternoon sun poured through the open window, bathing the room in bright sun rays that danced across Master Kratos’[...]
The forest stretched out like a cathedral, its tall, skinny trees spiking into the sky like jagged spires, their shadows[...]
The gym pulsed with the raw energy of clanging weights and heavy breaths, a crucible of strength under harsh fluorescent[...]
The library was a labyrinth of towering shelves, the air thick with the musty scent of ancient books. Milquetoast Melvin,[...]
Kratos stirred from a deep, almost primal slumber, the familiar scent of his own opulent bedroom filling his senses. The[...]
The office was a ghost town, fluorescent lights buzzing over empty cubicles. Everyone else had bounced for some off-site meeting,[...]
The office was a fortress of authority, its polished concrete floor a gleaming canvas that reflected the unyielding power of[...]
The city thrummed under the late afternoon sun, its concrete veins alive with the rhythm of footsteps and distant horns.[...]