It wasn't hard to find Netherworld, down the same corridor as Egypt, just a few doors from the main realm entry. This one loomed, the head of a crocodile on the peak. It snapped at me but I brushed it aside, Chaos snarling at it so it meeped and retreated. We stepped through into fire and heat, the sky overhead crimson with flames, the ground writhing as if alive.

No, not as if. The souls of the damned crawled in eternal suffering, wailing weakly on either side of the bridge I ...