Olo stood at the edge of the woods and watched Mac, and the others ride out of sight. Safely hidden among the trees, and out of view from anyone, Olo looked down at the woman he carried in his arms, and with no effort, he slung her lifeless body into the bushes.
A black mist rose up and around the woodsman and when it cleared the Zetche stood above the lifeless body of Olo. He reached into his cape and pulled the Skull of Semetter out. His hand gently caressed it.
“It is good to see you again, my friend.” He held the skull out in front of him, turning his head from side-to-side as he gazed into its empty sockets.
His black lips smiled slowly. “I am sure you have powers that even I am not aware of yet. We did not have much time to talk while we lived in the cave. I was too weak. I
