Hermes squared his shoulders as the riddle echoed in his mind.
"Three roads. One leads forward. One leads nowhere. One leads to death.
The Road of Bones is brittle but straight.
The Road of Glass is clear, but lies.
The Road of Snakes slithers left, but never ends right."
Grrberus's three heads waited, eyes gleaming, teeth bared like they already knew the outcome. Magni, of course, was perched on a floating couch he'd summoned from fire, munching popcorn made from screaming kernels.
"Think fast, Brother Modi!" Magni called. "I love riddles! But I cannot solve any of them for the life of me."
Hermes closed his eyes. 'Road of Bones, brittle but straight… sounds like it leads somewhere, but might break. Glass is clear, but lies. So it's deceptive. Snakes slither left, but never end right…'
Wait.
If you slither left, but never end right... that might mean it loops. You can't reach the right direction. It never ends right.
"All three are traps," Hermes muttered.
