Poseidon’s emissary, a massive turtle, slowly entered the audience chamber of the Underworld.
Setting aside the stack of documents for a moment, I welcomed the emissary as it approached. However, I couldn’t ignore the piercing gaze from the side.

Zap.

The stack of documents Styx had left earlier was being subtly rearranged by Lethe, who glanced at me with a look of quiet resentment.
Ahem. I’m sorry, but I’ll have to ask you to handle this a bit longer. I can’t very well sit here doing paperwork when a messenger from another major god has arrived.

The turtle …