He slammed his fists against his throne, going into a fit of rage, unable to control himself. I could see the veins popping out of his forehead, staring at me dead in the eyes, wanting to kill me at every given moment.
"TELL ME."
He wasn't asking.
He was demanding, and depending on my reply, he would either hurt me extremely badly or let me go. However, I hadn't lied. I had no idea how the Gods could contact me or why I was the one chosen to enter this world.
It's not that I didn't want to help. I simply couldn't.
"I… I'm not lying. You can put me through tests. I don't know how to contact them. They are the ones doing it, and yes, they are the ones who saved me from the poison. But I cannot help you any more."
A smirk formed on his face, a growing smirk. "Of course you can. Of course you can help me. They contacted you before, didn't they? Make it happen again. That's all."
I was too stunned to speak.
