Above ancient Uruk, a massive ark sailed through the skies.
"Goldie, we're almost there… have you really thought this through?" Ishtar asked again, lips parting slightly. "How about I turn back with you? Even if only one of you survives… isn't it better that at least someone lives?"
Gilgamesh laughed loud and sharp.
"Ishtar, do you think I'm the sort of king who breaks his word?"
"That's not what I meant…" Her emotions wavered, and the ark shook. She quickly steadied it. "I mean—if you're the only one left, I could plead with Father and keep you as Uruk's king… wouldn't that be better?"
"Enough. I've made my decision. I won't take it back. You just lead the way."
For once, his tone was solemn. He wasn't posturing this time—he meant it.
Realizing she couldn't sway him, Ishtar stomped the deck.
"Fine, do whatever you want. We're here anyway. Go on alone—I'm not going."
With a thunderous rumble, Maanna came to a halt.
"Thanks, Ishtar!"
Gilgamesh and Enkidu stepped down and waved to her before heading toward the gods' gathering.
"Damn you… I even cared about you, and you waste it all!"
Ishtar watched his back, an angry fire twisting in her chest.
Then, as if she remembered something, her mood brightened.
She hopped onto Maanna, muttering as she flew away:
"Well, if that bastard's going to die anyway… wouldn't all his treasures be mine to do whatever I want with?"
The perspective shifted back to Gilgamesh.
"Hero King… what should we do?" Enkidu finally spoke, eyes flickering with reluctance. "Before Ishtar leaves, go back. I'll go alone."
"What are you saying?! I already promised. You want me to retreat and let Ishtar laugh at me?"
Gilgamesh barked, crimson eyes blazing.
"I'd never forgive myself for that."
"Gilgamesh…" Enkidu's hand lifted, then fell. Then he smiled.
"Alright. We fight together."
"Let's go. I don't know where the gods are, but they're surely gathered as one. We head toward the strongest divine presence."
He strode forward without hesitation.
A few steps later, they saw countless figures clustered ahead.
"Chain of Heaven, Lock of Heaven… why are you here?"
The sky god Anu had already sensed their arrival.
"Aren't you the ones who want to judge me?" Gilgamesh walked straight up to the gods, defiant. "I'm right here. Come on. Let's see how you punish me."
A god shouted at him.
"Arrogant human! You're nothing but a weapon we forged. We can destroy you whenever we want! Who gave you the nerve to speak so boldly?"
Divine pressure poured down, trying to force him to his knees.
"Hmph. Mongrels. I gave you a chance. You just didn't treasure it."
Instead of striking, Gilgamesh released his own divine might. It surged outward across the field.
The gods' faces warped.
"How is this possible… your divinity… how can it be so high?!"
"Hmph. Today, I will slay gods."
His words lit the gods' rage.
Back in Britain's palace, Mordred stared at the screen in disbelief.
"No way… that's really Goldie? Something's wrong—way wrong. He's too strong."
Artoria's green eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"In our timeline, the Hero King suppresses his divinity and lets humanity lead. But the Gilgamesh in that video doesn't suppress it—he's cultivating it. Divinity is dominant."
"But why do I feel like he's… more human?" Lancelot asked.
"Perhaps his spirit is simply that strong," Artoria said softly.
At that moment, a tall, striking woman appeared in the doorway.
"Y-you're… Father?"