Nanshe intended to speak with Ishtar.
Although there was little point in so-called "talking" at a time like this, Nanshe still intended to go.
If she too readily took Annanu and Enkidu's side to oppose the great gods and Ishtar's schemes, it would undoubtedly strike a nerve with the fragile Anunnaki gods.
When that happened, the storm they would have to endure would surely be even fiercer than it was now.
And "talking" required no capital.
Still, strength remained an important factor.
Ishtar was one of the seven chief gods of fate, wielding authority over war and Venus. She was undoubtedly one of the absolute powerhouses of the Anunnaki Divine Realm. Though she could not compare to gods like Enlil and Enki, she was still far beyond someone Nanshe could challenge.
Nanshe was merely a minor goddess of springs.
Yet Nanshe still wanted to step forward, even if it meant—trying.
Holding the Springwater Sword, Nanshe's face, usually adorned with a smile, had turned stern.
—She could already see it.
The golden divine bull descending from the clouds.
"Adekate, organize the defensive line immediately."
The moment Gilgamesh returned to Uruk, he summoned Adekate and issued the order.
"The effects on the land can already be detected," Annanu said gravely as he sensed everything in the air.
The drought had arrived.
They had not felt such dryness in Eridu because Eridu's deity was a water god. How could there possibly be scorching dryness around a water god?
"Gugalanna will come from the north. Annanu, Enkidu, you know what that means." Gilgamesh sat upon his throne, his eyes solemn.
"It is not too late to store water. Lady Nanshe left a well outside Uruk, and we can draw an endless supply of spring water from there," Enkidu said.
This was a contingency they