[ He stepped back as the last of the beasts lunged. Whatever that weapon is, Noah wants no part of getting in its way. ]

Thanks, torch. I owe ya.

[ With that out of the way he goes over to the solidified bodies and pounds on it the butt of his knife, making it crumble rather easily. ]

Fog monsters. Strange abominations born from the fog. They're from my world. [ He looks to their surroundings. ] Which is currently all around us. Something is weird about these ones though.

[ He continues to smash the body to dust until he spots something and pulls it out. A small clear crystal, about the size of bottle cap, with a pale blue-ish color. ]

Well, that is weird. There's supposed to be red globs in there.