The man's head whipped around, his fear-stricken gaze landing on the cloaked figure of Thanatos.
For a moment, he seemed paralyzed, his eyes fixed on the terrifying visage of the skeleton—the glowing eyes and the wicked grin—a nightmare come to life.
"AHHHHH!" he screamed, collapsing to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut.
"Who...who are you?!" he cried out, cowering against the cold stone floor. "What do you want with me?"
The air around Thanatos seemed to crackle with a dark energy as he stepped closer to the man, the shadows cast by his cloak swirling in a malevolent dance.
"It doesn't matter who I am," Thanatos hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "The only thing that matters is what you know."
The skeletal warrior released a fraction of his aura, a ghostly haze that swirled around him like a demonic halo.
