Annanu, Day Fourteen.
Though he traveled on foot, Annanu neither went hungry nor suffered hardship, nor did he grow tired or weary, so his progress was quite swift.
He had now reached the outskirts of another city.
This city was called Lagash. It was also a fairly famous city, its prosperity surpassed only by Uruk and Eridu.
Annanu did not enter the city. After all, it was not on his necessary route, and he had always avoided contact with other people or gods.
He only wanted this journey to be a little purer.
After circling around Lagash, Annanu continued northeast. It took him nearly a month to travel from the banks of the Tigris River to the banks of the Euphrates River.
Yet as he looked at the surging river before him, Annanu felt no ripple in his heart.
A river? He only needed to walk across it.
Stepping upon the waves, he crossed the Euphrates River. Then what stood before him became towering peaks that pierced the clouds.
The Zagros Mountains were perilous beyond measure. At least for now, they were entirely forbidden territory for humans, and few could survive within them.
But as Annanu looked at the majestic mountains before him, he likewise felt no ripple in his heart.
A mountain? He only needed to walk across it.
Annanu spent a month climbing the Zagros Mountains and traveling through their peaks, heading southeast.
He did not eat anything along the way. Annanu had no craving for food, and whenever he was thirsty, a little dew from the leaves was enough.
No filth stained his body, nor did dust cling to his feet. Just as when he had set out, he maintained a calm expression and walked on with unwavering determination.
Ishtar was a complete idiot, but there was