I took a deep breath and completed the summoning spell. The sun seemed to dim. I heard a keening wail from nowhere, heralding the divine being’s appearance.
A hole appeared in the sky, and The Skeleton King emerged, flying into this world on wings of night.
The cyclopean death god stared down at the blue slime I was fighting and twitched his ebon pinions irritably. He sighed, and it sounded like a hurricane. I felt the giant, burning eyes staring at me.
“I didn’t summon you for a critique,” I said.
“Next time, don’t call me unless it’s super important.”

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