As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the shadowy figure atop the rocks shifted ever so slightly, revealing a glint of bone peeking out from beneath its hood.
The silhouette was familiar to those who had encountered the skeletal adventurer before.
Could this be Thanatos, the friend and ally of Charlotte, the Undead Knight? Or was it a trick of the waning light, playing games with the eyes of those who watched?
However, the glint of bone was unmistakable, the subtle shift of the figure's body adding clarity to the uncertain shadows.
This was indeed Thanatos, who had vanished into the depths of the dungeon.
His presence here, watching over the unsuspecting adventurers, was enigmatic and unsettling.
Was he an ally or an adversary? Whatever his intentions, one thing was certain: the mysterious skeleton had returned from the shadows.
He stood atop the rocks, his cloak billowing around him like the cape of a dark angel.
