UNIVERSE BOWL IX: CHAPTER VII

The cavern is illuminated by greenish lichen which covers the walls.  Old Man Logan treks onward, sensing that he is near his goal.   He walks another two hundred yards.  The wailing of voices can be heard throughout the cave.  

SNICKT!!!  SNICKT!!!

Old Man Logan unsheathes his adamantium claws.   He is close.  So very close.

He turns the corner and sees a cornucopia of spirits, ghosts and banshees soaring throughout the room which he now stands at the foot.  A figure stands in the middle of the tumult, cradling something to its chest.  Old Man Logan cannot see who the person is, but surmises that he has located his target.  The form beneath the cowl is ashen, a deathly look imprinted across his face.

“Logan. . .”