The Corrupted Gods

"Tell me everything you know about the Second Summoning."

As soon as the words left my mouth, Khione's icy blue eyes flickered with a deep, unreadable emotion. She remained silent for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts, before giving me a slow nod. 

"Before I speak about the Second Summoning, I must first tell you about the Demon King," she finally said, her voice steady but carrying an unmistakable weight. 

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. 

Khione's obsession—no, her unrelenting hatred—for the Demon King was something I had noticed long ago. It clouded her judgment, dictated her decisions, and ultimately led her down the path of summoning heroes from another world. It wasn't mere duty that drove her. It was personal. But for what reason exactly, I had never pried too deeply.