[ There is no answer; not that of a voice. In the silence, the air seems to still, becoming oppressive, as if the darkness itself were holding its breath.
On the other side of the trees and underbrush, Thanatos stands with bated breath in a clearing made by its own sword, unclean cuts to the tree trunks the further in Naoto might investigate, but still it does not move or take to the skies, not yet seeing Naoto, but hearing the footfalls and the growls and hoping that whoever is out there will leave on their own.
In waiting, the night breeze picks up, and chains rattle in the near distance. ]
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On the other side of the trees and underbrush, Thanatos stands with bated breath in a clearing made by its own sword, unclean cuts to the tree trunks the further in Naoto might investigate, but still it does not move or take to the skies, not yet seeing Naoto, but hearing the footfalls and the growls and hoping that whoever is out there will leave on their own.
In waiting, the night breeze picks up, and chains rattle in the near distance. ]