After losing a part of the team, the others became especially nervous in the small clearing of the snowy landscape. Each of them stared in confusion at the white world around them. They weren't alone, they were sure of that. It was impossible for them to be alone. If that had been the case, their entire team would be standing here now.
"What shall we do now?" Teveli spoke in a worried voice.
"We have to find them!" Achilleus pulled himself out as if he had decided something. "Are you coming?" He started towards the edge of the clearing, when a figure in red simply walked past him and went about ten paces away.
"You stay here." Razvan looked back at the rest of the team, who blinked at him. Achilleus wanted to go after him, but when he reached for the boss, he suddenly staggered back, as if he went into something, although nothing was visible.
"What did you do boss?" Wandi asked, but their leader just smiled.
"Shaman's circle. You are safe in there. Make a little camp while I look around." Razvan announced.
"Razvan! We won't let you go alone!" Benkó hurried over to Achilleus' side and his hands clenched into fists. "Drop this thing!" He looked angrily at his friend.
"I said you stay here. Don't argue with me Bokló!" He turned away from the team and pulled out the black mask that the chá Mo Ching had made for him from the inside pocket of his top. He put it on his face and as he took a step, his red clothes changed and became pitch black.
"Boss!" He heard the voices of the members of the team left in the clearing and the clash of fists on the wall of the shaman's circle, but he did not look back. "Whoever kidnapped them in front of my nose is stronger than what you can handle." The leader of the Athamana shook his head sadly, then he set off under the protection of the trees, retracing his own footsteps.
Meanwhile, in the shaman's circle of mountain wanderers, Suk and Citar sat in a tent and stared at each other. That is, they sat in a bear cage in a tent and stared at each other. While their captors were inside the tent, they didn't say a word, but that soon changed when they were left alone.
"Razvan will kill you." Suk announced, before Citar literally jumped on his throat.
"Why is he going to kill me? You're in on it too!" He hissed between his teeth.
"Calm down, Bolacsuk. You can't choke me." He rolled his eyes, with which he managed to get the other to let him go.
"We are screwed!" Citar closed his eyes and leaned against one of the bars of the wooden cage.
"If the boss finds out that we've lost the newbie, we won't see the sun again." Suk agreed.
"He won't kill anyone. Haven't you noticed yet? He's like a mother hen around you." At the sudden foreign voice, they looked to the side at the same time. Outside the cage, standing in front of them with folded arms and a grimace, was a figure who was not entirely solid. It was more like Teveli's ghost, or at least that was how the two boys could describe it. Even his clothes were blue like the ones the Koáls use. "Hey! It's impolite to stare." The ghost raised its chin.
"Ex... Excuse me?" Citar blinked.
"I knew I liked you, Bolacsuk child. I told Rahul that you are a good person." The ghost grinned.
"To Rahul?" Suk frowned.
"You can speak?" Citar asked at the same moment.
"Do you know who this is, Citar?" The Zovárd boy suddenly turned towards his friend.
"We met at Sárkányhát, he was there next to Rahul." The Bolacsuk boy pulled himself together.
"I'm Etele." The ghost interjected and bowed to the pair, then simply took a seat in a meditation pose. "At your service." He nodded.
"I..." The boy in yellow was about to start, but the ghost raised his hand.
"You don't need to introduce yourself, I know your names." He waved and the two boys would have sworn that if he had been able to do it, he would have rolled his eyes right now. "You are constantly hanging around my grandson, I know who you are." He shook his head and folded his arms again.
"Are you Rahul's grandfather?" Citar tilted his head to the side. Since there wasn't much else they could do in the current situation, for lack of a better option, he decided that he wouldn't lose anything by starting a conversation with the man.
"Me?" Etele pointed to himself and laughed out loud. "No way." He shook his head.
"So who are you?" Suk asked now.
"A relative. Quite an old relative." Etele shrugged.
"Couldn't you somehow get us out of here?" Citar asked.
"Yes." The ghost grinned.
"Then why don't you?" Suk leaned closer to the bars.
"You want to stay alive, don't you?" Comes the calm question.
"What does this have to do with this?" The Zovárd heir got worked up.
"You didn't ask how I could do it. You should die for it." The man shrugged.
"You are not normal!" Suk grumbled, while Etele giggled again.
"I don't think I ever was." He shrugged.
"Is Rahul okay?" Citar suddenly asked.
"He is fine. Inepta may be scary, but he couldn't hurt a fly." The ghost turned his head to the right.
"Inepta?" The two boys blinked at the same time.
"Yes, the one-eyed hegin out there." Etele nudged towards the exit of the tent. "As I told Rahul, you are in big fucking trouble. If I remember correctly, that treacherous bird put Inepta on táltos five stars." He suddenly grabbed his chin. "Now that I think about it, that explains the fucking strong shaman's circle." He started nodding.

"You..." Suk started, before Etele started making faces.
"Quit fooling around." He grimaced.
"Alright then." Suk took a deep breath. "Grandpa, do you know that one-eyed hegin?" He dropped the question before a faint smile appeared on the ghost's lips.
"Maybe yes maybe not." He raised one of his hand and held it out next to him, palm up.
"You don't reassure us with this." Citar folded his arms in front of him.
"I didn't plan to appease you." He shrugged suddenly. "Well, it was a pleasure to talk to you, but as I can see, everything is fine here. That's all I wanted to check." He started to stand up.
"Wait! Can you go find the others?" Suk stopped him, and the ghost chuckled a little. The two young people barely blinked when the ghost suddenly appeared in front of their noses and caressed the head of the Zovárd boy.
"I'm one step ahead of you on that little hegin, I was just heading there." He straightened up, then turned away and left the two hegins alone again in the tent reserved for prisoners.
Meanwhile, Razvan, following the barely visible tracks on the snowy plateau, slowly reached a seemingly empty clearing. However, when he would have entered, he found himself on the edge of a strong shaman's circle. He stood in front of the invisible wall with furrowed brows and thought silently.
"Ah, well, here's the blind boy." The sudden voice startled Razvan from his thoughts, but the boy did not move. "But where did you leave the others? It would have been easier if they were all here." He started muttering, and Razvan's hands clenched into fists.
"Why did you leave him alone?" Razvan asked the question and turned to Etele, who looked at him with wide eyes.
"How do you know I'm here?! You need to be at least at táltos three stars in order to see a ghost." The ghost fluttered.
"Where are the others?" Razvan asked another question.
"How impolite you are! At least you could have said you knew I was here. You're lucky I'm dead because you would have given me a heart attack right now." He folded his arms in front of him and turned his head to the side. Razvan, on the other hand, just stepped in front of him and pulled the ghost closer by his vest so that he could lean into his face.
"I won't ask you again! Now tell me immediately where is Rahul! Are you listening, Svihák?" As he said this, Etele opened his mouth.
"S... Svihák?" He stammered. "No one has called me that for centuries..."