Osiris stared at the wall where the ward was still firmly in place. He glared at it so hard he was surprised it didn’t simply melt away under his anger.
“Master?” Crescious said, his voice trembling slightly.
“What?” Osiris snapped, not in the mood to be bothered. He had been working on the damn ward for days. Nothing he’d tried had even weakened it.
How could he be the ruler of the underworld if he couldn’t even control its magic?
“Have you considered what type of magic it might be?” Crescious asked.
Osiris turned slowly to look at the little minion. “How could it be any other than magic from hell?” No other magic worked in his domain. If other magic was used, the underworld manipulated it until it was under his control.
“The one who orchestrated this has found a way around that rul
