Ghent lost the ability to think or behave rationally. Covering his head with his arms, he yelled out in terror and ducked when the disembodied laughter became too much for him to handle. The emotions in the air were overpowering, suffocating him until he yielded to the emotional chaos the war left behind. 
	After the leaves settled down to their rightful place on the ground, he rose cautiously, dropping his hands down to his sides. 
	"B-but I-I felt a hand," he stammered, voice weak. How Drust and Elayra managed to remain calm, he did not know, nor did he want to. If this was normal to them, he didn't want to know what was abnormal.
	"Okay, fine!" Although Ghent was irrational, he knew Drust was right. Choosing to follow Elayra's example, he took a few deep, shaky breaths. His poor attempt at meditation was cut short when the shadowy figure revealed itself. 
	While Drust alerted Elayra, Ghent clasped a hand over his own mouth to stifle the cry he felt coming. He made a rather pathetic muffled noise, but managed to keep himself better composed this time. 
	In the blink of an eye, the ghost was gone. The inhabitants of Hollow Forest were taunting them.
	Exhaling through his nose, Ghent shuddered and began to follow Elayra when she snapped at him. 
	"Do you honestly think I'm going anywhere?!" Lowering his hand from his mouth, Ghent kept his voice down to a harsh, irritable whisper. Even when they were being assaulted by the dead, Elayra still found time to use her horrible name for him. "In case you haven't noticed, we're surrounded by [i]ghosts![/i]" 
	They forged ahead, and Ghent continued to act as their lookout. Paranoid as he was, it wasn't long until something new caught his eye.
	"Hey, guys? W-what is that?" he pointed to the collection of dust motes, disturbed by the hypnotizing way they began to combine. Despite looking quite harmless, the fragments of dust frightened him. Just about anything did at this point.
	Before an explanation could be offered, the apparition took form and shot upward, creating an image so horrifying, Ghent was robbed of the ability to scream.
	Thrusting both hands out in front of himself, Ghent squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head to avoid meeting the ghostly creature face-to-face. The scream from it echoed all around him, the image of its soulless face burned into memory. 		
	"INEXUS!" Ghent shouted the focus word at the top of his lungs. A panicked, frantic shout that sounded more like a plea for help rather than a command.