[ The further Thanatos flies, the harder it is to keep sight on it. It flies straight and unhurried, but then dives down into the trees and its shadows meld into that of tree branches and leaves so wide and thick, the only light comes from the flashlight in Naoto's hands. The coffins, the chains, whatever she had the light trained on, disappears as the light itself seems to distort and then shine right through whatever had been there before, but no longer.
Paces away, there's the sharp snapping of twigs, and a thump of something hitting the ground below. Choked breathing, stifled under both hands in trying to keep quiet. ]
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Paces away, there's the sharp snapping of twigs, and a thump of something hitting the ground below. Choked breathing, stifled under both hands in trying to keep quiet. ]