The shadows swirled around them, swallowing the entire cavern, until Thanatos and the shadowy figure were the only two beings left standing in the vast, unfathomable emptiness.
He tensed, his blazing eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement, but there was nothing but an inky abyss.
Just as Thanatos strained against the shadowy bonds, a veritable army of tendrils shot from the inky void, wrapping around his skeleton frame like coiled serpents.
He roared, his Hellblade blazing as he hacked and slashed at the tendrils, but for every one he cut, two more took its place.
The shadowy arms began to drag him deeper into the abyss, further and further into the heart of darkness.
Thanatos struggled and slashed with his Hellblade, but the shadowy tendrils tightened their grip, constricting around him like a vice.
