"Hey kid, back off," Alastair says in a frank tone.
"Why? You both won't do anything." The boy says in a hurt tone.
As Alastair and the boy were speaking to each other, Vonruil raised his hand to stop them.
Suddenly the fog began to rise, and within seconds the fog became denser than they expected. Soon the scent of the stagnant water, tangled with roots, and eerie sounds got the boys on their feet.
"Boy, what's the matter?" Vonruil says in a worried tone.
"Death is here."
"OK, Vonruil, what's the matter? First him, then you, and now again him." Alastair says in a confused tone.
"Alastair, that symbol is of death. Whoever left it there does exactly that. His name was Armut. He was an Imp."
"A what?" Alastair says in a shocked tone.