Gilgamesh called Enkidu over and, together with Siduri, headed to Uruk's barracks.
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!!!!"
Before he even entered the barracks, Gilgamesh heard that sound.
???
What the hell was that noise?
Standing at the entrance to the barracks, Gilgamesh hesitated. Rather than going straight in, he leaned forward and took a look.
In the open space at the center of the barracks stood a tall, muscular brute, unmoving as a mountain, his face shrouded in black shadow.
Facing him was the army's general, the reborn Adekate. With a savage expression, he rapidly swung his fists, pummeling the motionless man. His punches came so fast they were hard to follow, and as he struck, he let out impassioned, bizarre cries.
The momentum was certainly impressive.
But that was not the point.
Gilgamesh looked at the motionless man's long blond hair, took a deep breath, then backed away and pinched the bridge of his nose.
What the hell.
"What is it, Gil? Aren't we going in?" Enkidu stood behind Gilgamesh, looking somewhat puzzled.
"We are, but... um..."
Gilgamesh trailed off.
He looked as though he wanted to say something, but then he heard it.
"USELESS!"
BANG!
A tremendous crash rang out, followed by the sound of something knocking over several other things.
There was no way they could avoid going in now. Yet the moment the three entered, they saw Annanu—transformed into a hulking giant—with a vicious grin on his face.
"Pathetic, pathetic! If you want to shake me, you'll need to train for a few hundred more years at least!"
Annanu threw back his head in wild laughter and spread his arms wide.
For some reason, Gilgamesh felt as though the muscles on Annanu's body might twist themselves into some kind of physical manifestation.
In short,