Gilgamesh stood atop the city wall, looking down as he scrutinized Enkidu.
Enkidu merely stood on the plain beneath the wall, barefoot on the grass, gazing up at the arrogant king.
"So—mindless weapon, did you come to my Uruk to kill me?"
Gilgamesh asked arrogantly. From his vantage point atop the wall, Enkidu looked no different from a tiny insect.
"That is not my purpose, King of Uruk." Enkidu wore the same gentle smile as ever as he spoke softly. "The task I was given was merely to bring back those humans who have strayed from the gods."
"Hmph. Should I say it is only fitting for a weapon of those gods, who are even more arrogant and madder than I am?"
King Gilgamesh sneered. "Humans can live without relying on gods, and besides—my people belong to me alone!"
"Take my words back to those gods, puppet."
"Otherwise, die here."
A faint crimson light appeared in Gilgamesh's eyes. "I am not so idle as to care about the gods' pride."
"You are quite forceful."
The smile on Enkidu's face deepened slightly.
But Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes.
He had already sensed a dangerous aura from Enkidu.
"—Lady Shamhat! Hurry, come inside with me!" The guard was fairly strong, and he could already sense it—
The magical energy emanating from King Gilgamesh and that green-haired person was, to him, as vast as an ocean—
"Huh?" Shamhat had yet to grasp the situation.
"I'll explain later if there are any questions. Please come inside first!"
The guard was growing anxious as well. He tightly seized Shamhat's arm and pulled her back through Uruk's gates, then swiftly shut them.
He knew that—this place would likely soon be engulfed in a massive battle!
Bzzzz—
Sure enough, the moment the gates slammed shut, Gilgamesh and Enkidu