This was an utterly unbelievable, even absurd scene—Primordial God Tiamat, who had arrived with overwhelming force, had her legs pressed together as she hovered above the sea. Her pale blue, seawater-like hair rose with her "floating," but in truth, she was fleeing.
Gilgamesh and Enkidu were the ones giving chase.
Unfortunately, they could only pursue her because Mother Goddess Tiamat had not bothered with them.
And if Tiamat turned back—
"Aaaaaa!" Her clear voice instantly became a sound wave that shattered everything, tearing open the sea's surface. Vast quantities of seawater became a wall that crashed in from every direction toward Enkidu, who was using the Lock of Heaven to pull herself forward across the sea.
In the sky, Gilgamesh, riding the Star Vessel, was not struck by the seawater. Yet the violent gale brought by that sound wave still made the king's vessel—which had remained steady even beneath the God of Storms' raging winds—shake uncontrollably and veer from its original course.
The power of a Primordial God was ultimately beyond the reach of mortals.
No matter how hard they chased, no matter how desperately they rushed forward, they could not catch up to Tiamat, who drifted ahead leisurely and joyfully.
"Vermin... vermin..." Gilgamesh erupted in fury, no longer able to suppress words he had not uttered in a long time.
"Rovi!" Enkidu desperately urged her chains onward.
But they could no longer catch up.
Tiamat vanished beyond the end of the sea, disappearing into the depths leading to the Sea of Imaginary Numbers.
And at that very moment—
The people of Uruk all raised their heads at once, gazing at the sky as its crimson hue faded.
They felt bereft.
As though they had lost something.
'The sage was the guide of all people.'
'He stole the wisdom of