14
It took Anubis all of a nanosecond to agree to my dreamscape with Nefer. This time, when I conjure my virtual-Arena, the circular wall of slithering vines were already there, along with me, Anubis and Nefer. Kiya sits on Nefer’s shoulder, his long tail swaying over her upper arm. The sympathetic looks on all their faces say they already heard the news.
I inhale a shaky breath. “I guess you know why I called you all here. My son Maxon was taken by Armageddon.”
“Your child never crossed my gateway,” says Anubis. “I’d never have allowed your boy into Hell. Armageddon must have found a powerful magician.”
My throat tightens as I picture the geisha in white robes dripping with blood. “He did. So strong, in fact, that she allowed my child to be pulled out from Antrum itself.”
“Who would
