But one second passed, then two, then three...
The torment of Hydra Poison and the agony of his grievously injured body still remained.
"Do you think you can die that easily? Are you dreaming?" A hoarse voice sounded beside him. Even with his damaged hearing, Gilgamesh could sense the speaker's weakness and determination. The man called Heracles had used his own body to shield him from all the damage. "I told you, I would gouge out your eyes, rip out your heart, and make you die in agony."
Just as Alcaeus had said, pain tore through his nerves the next instant as flesh was ripped apart. A powerful hand pierced his chest and seized his heart.
"Riiip—" It was the sound of flesh being pulled free. Gilgamesh let out a muffled groan. As his heart was torn out, his life ebbed away bit by bit.
"Die in pain, Gilgamesh."
All his ears could hear was Heracles's wild laughter before he gradually lost all feeling.
I will kill you, Heracles! Gilgamesh firmly engraved every last detail of his enemy into his mind before losing consciousness.
The strongest Servant had fallen from the stage.
P.S.: You might not believe it, but I still have to tell you that I'm actually a Gilgamesh fan. In the original concept, the protagonist was supposed to summon Caster Gilgamesh.
The previous chapter might need a major rewrite, so everyone in the comments, be prepared.
Chapter 47: Tragic Magi
"Fuck!"
On streets ravaged by wildfire, a young man's resentful curse rang out.
The young man, clutching a sinister book, crouched on the ground and used a strange material made from a magus's ashes mixed with mercury to painstakingly draw a rainmaking ritual.
Once the ritual was complete, he snapped his fingers. The magical energy from the Codex