His gaze met that of the Primal Mother Goddess for only an instant, so brief that Rovi almost thought it had been an illusion.
But he knew it definitely had not been an illusion.
Tiamat—
She was watching him.
Was it because he had "killed" the gods? Because of the gods' curse upon him?
Those were the only possibilities he could think of.
But regardless of why Tiamat had come, it could not change the enormous impact of her stepping into reality.
The power possessed by a Primordial God was on a planetary scale, enough to warp reality itself and transform it into an environment suitable for her survival!
In other words... wherever Tiamat stood became a world from the early formation of the stars, when all things had yet to fully emerge and life was even less suited to exist.
At that very instant, the vast seawater, driven by Tiamat, rapidly transformed into rolling lava.
Black mud surged as chaos erupted.
The patch of sky where Tiamat stood was dyed completely black and red in her wake.
A terrifying pressure bore down on them.
Even Gilgamesh, with his temperament, turned serious in an instant.
There was no need to mention everyone else.
And so, Gilgamesh could only...
"Arrogant mongrel, can you bare your fangs and claws once more?"
Gilgamesh looked at Rovi. He actually knew his question was pointless. Since Rovi had come here, there was no way he would avoid this.
As king, he absolutely could not betray a subject's "loyalty"—a king was meant to bring his subjects' strength to its fullest potential.
"No problem... cough, cough, cough." Rovi coughed several times.
"Then—bite her!" The young King of Uruk crossed his arms and coldly gave the order.
Close the gate, let Rovi loose!
Rovi gave his nominal "king"