Reality Marble [Ionioi Hetairoi].
Heroes were strength.
Warriors—peerless warriors—gathered the strength of people, the strength of heroes, seized that strength, and displayed their tyranny.
This was an EX-ranked Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, and also—the proof of the King of Conquerors' kingly path.
Its manifested effect—
Was this army of tens of thousands.
The king roared as he charged at Gilgamesh. The warriors' momentum intertwined with the king's tyranny, forming an apparently invincible force that crushed toward the Hero King standing before them, Gilgamesh.
But—
"Come at me with everything you have, King of Conquerors, lord of tyrannical armies."
Facing those tens of thousands of warriors, the king who had once stood at the pinnacle of the world wore only a faint smile.
The yellow sand could not change his expression.
Neither could the warriors.
"Let me show you what true [Way of the King] is."
"You gather the dreams of warriors, intending to make them into the supreme tyrannical path. I admire that resolve."
"However, warriors, surely you understand."
Buzz—
Gilgamesh closed his eyes.
His hand reached into his Gate of Babylon.
Into the deepest space within the Gate of Babylon.
"Dreams, after all, must eventually end."
The place where the solitary king had once stood was beyond the reach of all others.
It was an achievement that neither the Key of Heaven nor the Chains of Heaven had accomplished, yet in the end, the King of Humanity had forged it with his own hand.
The warriors had never known what right this king, who called himself the one and only true king, had to stand in that place.
Nor did the king need the warriors to know.
Led by the King of Conquerors, the warriors waged war against the Hero King.
And the Hero King answered that war with unparalleled