"Enuma Elish—!"
Gilgamesh raised the sword in his hand and decisively unleashed it at maximum output. Though his voice was soft, it echoed throughout the entire space, which folded in upon itself at that moment.
Bzzzt—!
With a step forward, the instant Ea reached maximum output, Gilgamesh charged. It could be said that this was the only time in the entire battle that he took the initiative to attack like a warrior.
Rather than standing in place like a king, waiting for petty vermin from all sides to attack before delivering iron-blooded judgment!
"Wretch! Learn what Hell is! Before heaven and earth came into being, the world was nothing but a Hell. Only after the creation of heaven and earth was a world fit for human survival born."
"And the Ea in my hand is the materialization of that legend—the thing that reveals the planet that was once Hell before the creation of heaven and earth. The oldest Noble Phantasm from time immemorial. To die beneath my Ea is also an honor for you."
Wu Biao grinned at those words.
"Hell..."
The power of his physique surged forth, and the blood-red mist that swept up like a gale blasted away the many Noble Phantasms. Wu Biao's figure abruptly rushed toward Gilgamesh.
"I see that shithole every day!!"
Gilgamesh did not answer. As he charged, the pillar-shaped Noble Phantasm called Ea in his hand thrust straight ahead. Amid a tremor, space itself suddenly collapsed.
Yes.
Collapsed.
As though it were a cave deep in the desert, space seemed to turn into grains of sand, flowing downward!
All of this had been created. The fault line formed by the sword's wind pressure simulated a spatial rift to crush the enemy—the so-called Star of Creation that Splits Heaven and Earth.
The crimson airflow