The Sorting Goblin gave one last look over of Ty and scoffs in disappointment, pointing him to a very dark and foggy area at the end of the camp. "Go to the undead. You're not worthy of anything else."
"Y-yes sir!" Ty shakily replies, not sure how to feel about the decision but went to that direction anyway. It took some time, but he finally reach the edge of the area he was told to go, seeing the atmosphere around him quickly change. It was dark, heavy fog made it hard to see past 10 feet. He started to get scared of entering the area, till a hooded figure slowly appears from the fog. It looked like a physical version of the grim reaper, seven feet tall and wielding a scythe for reaping souls.
"Are you here...to join?" The reaper asks in a loud whisper, the voice hitting Ty with a very cold chill.
"Y-yes. I was told to join the undead." Ty sheepishly replies, shivering from the sudden coldness.
"Take my hand." The reaper reaches out his hand, covered in a tattered glove that showed dead but not rotting skin. Ty hesitates for a minute, before gulping and grasping the cold hand. The reaper leads him into the fog, and the moment for Ty felt peaceful and peaceful with each step, as if death for him was right there.
"You will serve us...as..."