Those who fell became monuments.
Those who remained standing gradually walked farther and farther away beneath the gazes of those who had fallen, continuing onward toward the future.
Gilgamesh lowered his head involuntarily and let out two light chuckles.
"We're leaving now, King. Miss Ishtar, Miss Nanshe."
Fujimaru Ritsuka carried the still-unconscious Lawrence on his back and looked at the three standing before him, a trace of reluctance on his face.
Roman had already opened the Spiritron Transfer passage. The moment they stepped inside, the three of them, along with Fou, would return to Chaldea and face the final ending that was about to arrive.
Ishtar seemed somewhat reluctant to part as well. She stood with her hands on her hips, wearing an expression called "affectation," and sighed softly. "How strange. We haven't spent that much time together, yet I unexpectedly have so much I want to say to you."
"But when all was said and done, you still had more important things to do than say goodbye to me, didn't you?"
"I have quite a lot I'd like to say to Ritsuka and Mash too, but what I want right now is still a proper rest—" Nanshe wore an indifferent expression as she stretched lazily, smiling as she rubbed Mash's head. "After all, I am ultimately a somewhat lazy goddess."
"You really aren't honest with yourself. No wonder you secretly infiltrated Uruk just because you wanted to see Annanu, only to get caught by those three." Ishtar looked at Nanshe speechlessly.
Nanshe was clearly reluctant to part too, yet she insisted on acting as though she couldn't wait to return to the Throne of Heroes.
"You're one to talk! Don't tell me that confession back then was just Enlil's idea!"
The two goddesses began bickering, and the remaining three