For a long moment after Lamair vanished, Thanatos remained where he stood still and unmoving.
The vast, empty expanse around him returned to its natural silence, a silence so complete that even the concept of sound felt unwelcome.
Yet something lingered, a faint disturbance, not in the space, but in him.
"Troublesome," Thanatos murmured softly.
The word carried no irritation. Only… acknowledgment. His violet eyes dimmed slightly as he turned his gaze toward the place Lamair had stood just moments ago.
There was a trace there, not of power, not of presence, but of difference—a divergence, a path that refused to converge.
Thanatos raised a hand, watching his fingers for a moment as if expecting something to change, but nothing did.
Of course not. It never did.
"Alive," he added quietly.
The word felt… distant, foreign, but not unpleasant. It was just… unreachable for him. His gaze lifted, piercing through the endless layers of existence beyond the void he occupied.
