Emerius shook Charon awake.
He jostled up, being stilled by a hand gripping his shoulder. A finger raised to the blonde swordsman's lips, followed by a quiet hushing sound.
His eyebrows knitted in confusion before Emerius leaned in.
"The shadow is back. It is not moving, so we are going to see what we can learn."
Still confused, Charon pushed himself up and looked around the camp. The fire was gone, only a few smolders remaining in their makeshift pit. A small pile of unused wood sat beside it.
The others were already awake, standing in a line a few yards away. His skeletons were also over there, preparing to intervene in any altercation.
Walking over, he saw a vaguely human figure opposite them, like a mannequin had been set into the mist.
It was about as tall as an average man, with a semi-built form. It had no physical hair, yet the fog still framed a full head.
"Has it done anything?"
Darius shook his head.
