Standing upon the boundless wasteland, Gilgamesh extended his hand.
Feeling the currents of air rapidly slipping away from his fingertips, Gilgamesh's expression turned grave.
A storm appearing at a time like this was no coincidence.
Gugalanna drew all winds to gather around its body. There was only one kind of wind that Gugalanna could not stop—
Enlil's wind.
The great god was the god of storms. No one could halt his winds, and the sight before them—
Annanu looked up once, his face as dark and overcast as the clouds above.
"Looks like the conflict between the great god and the water god has erupted once more." Enkidu wore a faint smile. "Because of us."
"It makes no difference. The conflict was bound to erupt sooner or later. Rather than let humanity endure an unknown number of years more of slavery, this king may as well ignite it ahead of time." Gilgamesh folded his arms, a mocking smile appearing on his face. It was impossible to tell whether it was aimed at the gods or himself.
Because the reason they had set out on this journey had not been so lofty or noble as he now claimed.
Still, one judged deeds, not intentions, did they not?
He just did not know whether there was a better way for Gilgamesh to accomplish all this.
To truly accomplish it.
Was there really no such method now?
"It's coming."
Annanu's somewhat icy voice startled the two men beside him from their daze.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
BOOM—!!!
RUMBLE, RUMBLE, RUMBLE—!!!
The howling wind arrived, carrying thunder and lightning with it.
That golden skeleton took the storm clouds as its flesh and lightning as its blood, its body vast enough to support heaven and earth.
Bright blue light appeared in its eyes. There