The gods fell silent.
After hearing Rovi's words, they were indeed enraged, indeed angered. Yet beyond those personified emotions born of human faith, they could not suppress their admiration.
After a moment, the eyes of Anu opened once more. "A sage... When we first bestowed the 'Key of Heaven' upon you, it was merely because we believed you might possess the means to guide Gilgamesh toward the path we expected."
"But reality proved that we were wrong."
"Not only were you unable to guide Gilgamesh toward the direction we expected, you instead led him to another extreme."
"Yet, you who discern schemes and stratagems, we gods must still grant you the recognition of the gods."
"We acknowledge your title of sage."
Recognition from the gods... Rovi froze for a moment, but said nothing. He simply listened as the King of the Gods continued, "You have still underestimated us gods who rule this earth."
"We gods are eternal and unchanging. Past, present, future—even should the world perish, all things shall endure in our hands!"
Anu's true body in the Heavenly Realm slowly raised the scepter that ruled over the gods of the sky.
Like an anchor being pulled free—
The Heavenly Realm, that space drifting upon the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, began to shake. Like a colossal ship amid wind and waves, it slowly started moving.
The essence of the gods was illusion.
The essence of the Heavenly Realm was illusion as well.
Naturally, illusions could drift through the equally illusory imaginary space. It had merely remained directly above the Mesopotamian plains until now in order to maintain its rule.
But it could move.
And now, the strength of Gilgamesh, Rovi, and Enkidu had already been displayed to its fullest extent.
Even with the support of the "world," they had only