"Uruk will be destroyed."
Gilgamesh stood with his arms folded, looking down upon his own Uruk as he calmly spoke to the three people beside and behind him.
Hearing those words, the three wore different expressions.
Annanu frowned, Enkidu pressed his lips together, while Siduri widened her eyes.
She still said nothing, but Gilgamesh's words made her feel as though she had fallen into an icy abyss.
"...Is it because of the Bull of Heaven?" After pausing for two seconds, Annanu switched back and asked while looking at Gilgamesh's profile.
He had already taken out his key, looking as though he intended to give Ishtar a beating.
Yet Gilgamesh shook his head.
"This matter should actually be blamed on me. Still, let Ishtar keep holding that clay tablet."
He lowered his hands, sighed, and sat down at the edge of the palace.
"Ever since I learned that this Singularity would ultimately occur in Mesopotamia, in my Uruk, I was indeed anxious for a time. But after learning that it was bound to happen, I calmed down."
"Learning magecraft, rebuilding the Demonic Beast Front, expanding my forces and recruiting soldiers—I did much. But in truth, I knew. I knew from the very beginning."
He lowered his head. "Uruk's destruction... is fated."
"This city, which fills me with pride and upon which I have poured all my love, will be destroyed in this calamity that threatens all humanity."
"It cannot be avoided."
"King..."
Siduri placed a hand over her chest as she looked at the King's back.
As though he had not heard Siduri's words, Gilgamesh raised his head again and looked straight ahead.
"Since that time, I have repeatedly asked myself one question. I have pondered this question."
"What exactly does Uruk mean to humanity, to human history?"
The wind blew