Kratos burst through the doors of Freya's chambers, Atreus' limp body cradled in his arms. "Freya, help him!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls. Freya rushed to his side, her eyes widening as she took in Atreus' pale face and the blood staining his tunic. "What happened?" she demanded, her hands already moving to examine the boy's wounds. Kratos hesitated, his jaw clenched in frustration. "I was too slow. I didn't protect him." Freya's gaze flashed up to his, her eyes blazing with a mix of concern and anger. "You foolish, stubborn man," she muttered, shaking her head. "You're lucky I'm here to fix your mistakes." With a swift motion, she swept Atreus from Kratos' arms and laid him on a nearby pallet. Her hands danced over the boy's body, weaving a intricate pattern of magic that seemed to pulse with a warm, golden light. Atreus' eyelids fluttered, and his chest rose and fell w