Thanatos bent down, retrieving his mask from the ground and securing it back by placing it in his belt around his waist.
Just as he did so, he heard the distant sound of pounding feet, echoing through the city streets.
"Someone's coming," he muttered, knowing he had to act fast.
Without a moment's hesitation, he took off, his form melting into the darkness as he fled the scene.
Night had fallen quickly, and he couldn't tell if it was due to the dark atmosphere that was created in the demon's wake, or if it was just nature taking its course.
He could hear the voices of men and women calling out, no doubt a group of adventurers or soldiers responding to the destruction.
But Thanatos remained hidden, his focus on the matter at hand.
With deft agility, he scaled a nearby building, his bones creaking as he leapt onto the rooftop with ease.
He crouched low, his dark form blending seamlessly into the shadows cast by the moonlight.
