Kratos emerged from the lost city, his heart still racing from the power he had felt within its walls. He knew that there was much more to uncover about the ancient world, and he was determined to continue his journey.
As he traversed the desert, his thoughts turned to the next step of his quest. He had read about the Temple of Horus in the hieroglyphics he had translated, and he knew that it held a great deal of knowledge and power.
The Temple of Horus was said to be located deep within the desert, hidden from all who did not know its secret location. But Kratos was undeterred. He knew that he had the skills and the determination to find it.
Days turned into weeks as Kratos journeyed through the desert, using all of his skills and knowledge to navigate the treacherous terrain. He battled sandstorms and scorpions, and nearly perished from thirst.
But finally, as the sun began to set on the horizon, Kratos saw a glimmering in the distance. He knew that it could only be the Temple of Horus, and he pressed on towards it.
As he drew closer, he saw that it was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The temple was carved from pure white marble, gleaming in the sunlight. Its walls were adorned with intricate carvings of falcons and jackals, and its entrance was guarded by a pair of massive stone sphinxes.
Kratos approached the temple, his heart racing with excitement. He knew that he was about to uncover some of the ancient world's greatest secrets.
As he entered the temple, he was struck by the silence. There was no sound but the faint whisper of wind through the columns. Kratos moved forward cautiously, his senses on high alert.
The first chamber he entered was filled with ancient scrolls and tablets, each one detailing some aspect of the ancient world's knowledge. Kratos pored over them, his mind racing with the implications of what he was learning.
But he knew that there was more to the temple than this. He pressed on, exploring deeper into its halls.
Finally, he came to a great chamber, its walls adorned with gold and precious stones. At the center of the chamber stood a great statue of Horus, the falcon-headed god of the sky.
Kratos approached the statue, feeling the power emanating from it. And as he drew closer, he saw that there was a small alcove behind it.
He reached into the alcove, and his hand touched something cold and hard. He drew it out, and his eyes widened in surprise.
It was a golden key, intricately carved with symbols that Kratos recognized from his travels. He knew that this was the key to unlocking the ancient world's greatest secrets.
But as he turned to leave the chamber, he heard a sound behind him. He turned, drawing his weapons, and saw a figure emerging from the shadows.
It was a priest of Horus, dressed in robes of pure white. He held a staff in his hand, and his eyes burned with an intense fire.
"You have come seeking knowledge," the priest said, his voice echoing through the chamber. "But the knowledge of the ancient world is not for mortals."
Kratos tensed, ready for battle. But the priest did not attack. Instead, he lifted his staff, and a beam of pure light shot out, enveloping Kratos.
Kratos felt himself lifted off the ground, his body wracked with pain. He fought against the light, summoning all of his strength and willpower.
And finally, with a great effort, he broke free. He landed on the ground, his body trembling with exhaustion.
The priest approached him, a look of respect in his eyes