Turn away from the eerie sound and continue searching for shelter. As you step back from the ancient stones, a sudden gust of wind sweeps through the circle, causing the mist to swirl around you like ghostly tendrils. Just as you're about to turn your gaze away, a faint whisper tickles your ears, calling your name in a language long forgotten. The ground beneath your feet trembles slightly, sending shivers down your spine. Before you can fully comprehend what's happening, a figure emerges from the shadows - it is Fothud, the spectral guardian of the moorland. His eyes glow with an otherworldly light, fixated on you.