When Luo Zhen emerged from the Divine Tower, night had already fallen.
In Uruk, the clang of the forges that had never stopped before had also fallen silent, leaving a faint sense of desolation lingering in the streets.
Standing on the steps before the Divine Tower's entrance, Luo Zhen gazed out over all of Uruk.
At that moment, the hundreds of thousands of citizens within Uruk were each occupied with their own affairs. Though the sound of forging had ceased, the city still presented a lively scene.
To anyone unaware of the circumstances, this lively scene would surely inspire a sense of wonder at the ancient night—somewhat beautiful, somewhat warm.
It was just that the beauty and warmth of this scene appearing at a time like this was truly somewhat incredible.
After all, countless Lahmu were still attacking outside Uruk. Even if one merely looked up at the Night Sky, one could see dark figures streaking through it. If not for the glittering barrier holding them back, Uruk would likely have already become a terrifying city besieged by monsters.
And two days later, Tiamat would also arrive in Uruk and launch her final assault against the humans of this era.
If they could not stop Tiamat, everyone would ultimately die.
Gilgamesh had not concealed any of this. He had even had Siduri explain everything clearly to the citizens.
In other words, the hundreds of thousands of citizens in Uruk all knew that the end of the world had arrived.
Before long, perhaps everyone would die.
Yet despite that, the citizens of Uruk showed not the slightest trace of panic or fear. They had calmly accepted it and continued living as they always had.
If this had happened in the modern era, such a scene would have been absolutely impossible.
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