The screen went black. For a moment, fear. Then…

“I will have my revenge,” Kratos growled, his voice like grinding stone.

Kratos, the Ghost of Sparta, stood atop the decaying corpse of the Colossus of Rhodes, his body trembling not from the fall, but from the betrayal. Zeus, the King of the Gods, had tricked him. His godly powers were draining into the Blade of Olympus, leaving him mortal once more.

The progress bar moved like Hermes running uphill. But within minutes, the deed was done.

The highly compressed version was not perfect. The voices were a tiny bit tinny, and a pre-rendered cutscene of the Temple of Lahkesis stuttered. But the core—the rage, the puzzles, the boss fights—was all there.

The Ghost of Sparta’s Second Journey

“Can you compress the rage of a god?”