A slow, terrible calm settled over the Ghost of Sparta. He picked up the phone. He stared directly into its tiny front-facing camera—directly into the eye of the user.
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"What trickery is this, Hermes?" Kratos snarled, spinning around. A slow, terrible calm settled over the Ghost of Sparta