As the thief charged forward with a loud cry, his dagger poised to strike, he found himself halted in his tracks by an invisible force, as if some immense weight had suddenly been dropped on him.
The air in the alleyway grew cold, as if the very breath of winter had been summoned to freeze all movement and life.
And then, the skeletal face of Thanatos was revealed as he took off his mask, his bony form gleaming in the dim light of the alley.
He unleashed a wave of dark energy from his body, his aura enveloping the trembling thief.
The thief choked and gasped for breath, the sight of Thanatos's skeletal form, coupled with the raw power of his dark aura, proved too much for the man to handle.
His fear overwhelmed him, clouding his senses and causing him to forget even the most basic of bodily functions.
The once-cocky thief fell to his knees, his dagger clattering to the ground as his hands trembled in helpless terror.
