Gao Ling smiled as he pushed the gondola down the narrow underground river towards the mouth of the cave. He had been so very wise to hide the spirit-stone during the battle; now that he had retrieved it, he could use it to become very prosperous indeed.
He stumbled backwards as the vessel was rocked violently by the sudden emergence of a gigantic man who shot out of the murky water. Steadying himself, Gao rubbed his eyes and peered into the gloom.
His beard dripping ichor, the man’s eyes smouldered as he addressed Gao in a voice that sent shivers down his spine.
“Relinquish the stone, or die.”
“N..n.never!” Gao rasped, his voice barely a whisper.
Gao raised his left arm, palm upwards. Three hooded wraiths appeared beside the boat.
The man’s eyes flicked over the spectres, then back to meet Gao’s frightened stare.
The man smiled. “Fool.”