[Escape somehow...]
"Found him," one of them declared. A chill running down Ossa's spine.
Cold sweat began to form on his brow as he wondered whether it was a bluff or if they had truly found him. His thoughts leaned more toward the latter, especially as the golden-clad warrior, elevated a few meters above the rest, kept his eyes fixed on him, seemingly seeing through the impenetrable stealth feature of the cloak.
"Can he see me?" Ossa thought skeptically, as everything pointed to the fact that the golden-clad warrior, now descending, could indeed see him. Yet, he couldn't let go of the trust he had in the devil's cloak, the imprint making him believe it was godly—nothing greater than it in this realm.
[Move, you fool. He has spotted you.]
Michelle warned via the system notification, her tone laced with frustration at Ossa's seemingly foolish actions—standing there frozen while all signs clearly showed he had been caught.