The Phantom

You've got a thing out there.

A big, strange-looking thing on a horse.

- With a wolf!

- Get him out of here.

He's been chewing

on the wrong kind of jungle growth.

You know what he's talking about.

We both do.

Not now, Weeks. I'm not in the mood.

'he Ghost Who Walks".

The Phantom.

It's nonsense.

According to legend, he's immortal.

He's been around for four centuries.

Imagine, 400 years. It isn't possible.

Ouch!

- Did that sting?

- Yes.

Good. That means it's working.

This is it.

This is what I'm looking for.

The Skulls of Touganda.

One made of gold,

one made of silver, one made of jade.

Are they valuable?

More than that, Guran.

They're dangerous.

Listen. 'hen placed together,

the three skulls harness an energy

a thousand times greater than any

force or high explosive known to man. "

It's all right here in the chronicles.

"A long time ago, the Touganda tribe

possessed the skulls.

'hey knew the secret

of keeping their force contained.

'heir village was attacked

by pirates of the Sengh Brotherhood.

'he tribe was destroyed and

the skulls were separated and lost.

"For four centuries,

there's been no trace of them...

Until today.

You know, I'm fine!

I'm as good as new.

Very well, Ghost Who Walks.

Maybe later.

Yeah, maybe...

I used to come here myself, Kit.

I would consult the chronicles

for guidance and wisdom.

Usually when I was troubled

or confused,

or had just screwed up real bad.

I'm guilty on all counts, Dad.

I let that skull slip through my fingers.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

We all make mistakes.

- This one gets worse...

- How so?

It was the Sengh Brotherhood.

I saw the spiderweb tattoo.

You turned over one of the Skulls

of Touganda to the Sengh Brotherhood?

They've tried to get their hands

on those skulls for 400 years!

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