Three days later.
As the days crawled by like a centipede on a cold morning, Thanatos found himself increasingly troubled.
The tumult of constant thoughts he'd experienced after meeting Cade had not subsided, instead festering within him like a wound that refused to heal.
The golden rays of dawn peeked over the horizon, announcing the arrival of the day Thanatos had been anticipating for a while now.
As the first rays of sunlight graced his humble room at the inn, he stood at the window, gazing out at the bustling streets of the city, his eyes lost in thought.
"Ahh, the day has finally come," he whispered to himself. He stood at the window, contemplating the day that lay ahead.
"The day of my assessment," he mused, pondering the implications of this milestone.
Thanatos's thoughts continued to race, pondering the nature of the assessment that awaited him.
