Chapter 71
Dex landed on the soft ground outside the Babylonian court. He had been here a few times, and he’d hated every second of it. He preferred his underworld—a place that bore the stigma of housing evils. What people didn’t know was that the underworld was just like any other world and had its own rules and regulations. Creatures had to comply with the rules to live there. He was a marshal of the underworld, hunting down a fugitive of centuries. As cynical as it might sound, if he was the one to enforce the law in an evil world, did that make his fugitive a good guy by common mortal standards?
He shook his head. He was overthinking, as always. He focused on a small door leading to a small chamber in the basement of the Well of Death. This was where the court held criminals who were
