Annanu and Enkidu stepped forward and extended their hands toward the two lumps of red clay.
The moment their hands touched the clay, the first thing they felt was—familiarity.
Kurgarru and Galatur were, after all, their brothers. It was only natural for them to feel close to them, even if they had now been blasted by pure divine power until not even their human forms remained.
"As for their appearance, let's just make them the same as before."
Annanu muttered.
If he wanted to, he could have molded Kurgarru into his own likeness. But if he did that, there would be a few too many "Shamhats" in Uruk.
Shamhat had brown hair, he had blond hair, Enkidu had green hair... If they made two more in different colors, they could form a group and take on the Anunnaki divine realm. Or something?
Shaking his head, Annanu threw the strange thought out of his mind and focused.
They were only resorting to this alteration in order to protect Uruk in a conflict that might erupt. It was practically a blatant provocation.
So Annanu needed to concentrate.
Shamhat panted heavily and patted her chest.
She had said it. She had finally said it.
She had voiced all the fear she had carried over the years, even using rather harsh words.
It actually felt pretty good?
Shamhat now sat before Gilgamesh with the expression of someone who had stopped fearing the worst, waiting for Gilgamesh's judgment.
But what she received was a round of applause.
Gilgamesh wore an approving expression as he looked at Shamhat.
Shamhat was completely dumbfounded.
I just badmouthed you, my king, and you're sitting there applauding?
This is a matter of life and death for you right now. Is this really appropriate?
"What you said was the truth. Those