[Thanatos' POV]
Moments after the departure of the Guildmaster…
A chill ran down Thanatos' spine, his instincts warning him of a sinister presence lurking nearby.
This wasn't the aftermath of a normal battle; it was as if the very air around him had been tainted by something dark and foreboding.
"What on earth is that?" he muttered to himself, his grip on his sword tightening as he focused his senses.
Thanatos took a step forward, the faint sound of his boots echoing in the silence of the arena.
The presence of a creature was unmistakable, a dark, malevolent force that seemed to defy natural laws.
'I've never felt anything like this,' he thought, his senses alert to every shadow and sound around him.
With a quiet determination, Thanatos left the safety of the arena and headed into the streets of the city.
