Hadjar had almost said, ‘But I’ve been to the real Underworld City’, but he’d stopped himself just in time once again. He’d heard the legends whispered by the people in the Sea of Sand that spoke of an underground city. They’d claimed that there were gods and godlike creatures living there, that the streets were paved with magic secrets, and that the doors of the houses were supported by miracles. That didn’t fit with what Hadjar had seen in what he’d once thought was Underworld City.
“Alas, you won’t get to see its true glory,” Danubet sighed. “I’m the only one left of those who remember the days of its former greatness.”
“What happened to the others?”
“Those who called themselves gods left first.” Danubet looked down at the city from atop the hill. “Where you’re going, you’ll come
