Evening.
A bright full moon silently climbed to the treetops, withered and yellow.
The dry night wind blew, seeming not to contain a trace of moisture.
Yet in Uruk City, decorations were bright, and citizens with unusually large eyes compared to the outside world stepped out of their homes.
They gathered around the mountain-like Heaven-Reaching Tower and the majestic Aerial Garden at its top.
Looking at this man-made building, rising from the ground like a miracle, an endless pride welled up in every eye that had seemingly endured countless hardships.
Though natural disasters of floods one year and droughts the next had persisted for two cycles, here still concentrated the majority of the nation's taxes, offerings, and countless rare treasures.
The Aerial Garden was even more planted with the rarest and most beautiful flowers and plants, and in the drought, the most precious... water source.
All this had but one purpose.
Dong! Dong! Dong!...
