Ishtar was flying Maanna back over Uruk when she bellowed:
"Siduri, get out here and welcome me!"
"Ish-Ishtar, weren't you with—"
"Hmph. They wanted to die. What's that to me?"
Her eyes glittered as she scanned the palace.
"Siduri, answer me honestly. Where is Uruk's treasury? If Gilgamesh is dead, then every jewel should be offered to me so I may protect Uruk."
Siduri looked conflicted.
"Don't be scared. Goldie's gone. I'm in charge now. Tell me where it is."
Ishtar was already fantasizing about bathing in gemstones.
But Siduri crushed her dream.
"My apologies, Lady Ishtar. The king foresaw this. He hid the treasury's location in advance."
"What?!"
Ishtar clawed at her hair, shrieking.
"Then he was trying to make me save him?!"
"No. The king said that if he departed, his wealth would be buried with him. No one may touch it."
"AAAAAAGH!"
Ishtar wailed to the sky, slumping down like a stunned duck.
"That whole treasury… how many jewels am I losing?!"
Suddenly, the earth trembled.
"Huh?" Ishtar jerked upright. "What's happening?!"
Pillars of brilliant light erupted around Uruk, shooting into the sky and linking into a vast glowing formation.
"Such a powerful magical fluctuation… a grand ritual?" Ishtar murmured, heart tightening.
Siduri stared upward through the blaze, eyes wet.
"So… what he said as a child was true…"
"What?" Ishtar snapped.
"It's only a guess," Siduri said softly. "When the king was young, he planned to slay the gods. He devised many methods, and in the end chose to kill and then seal the Divine Realm himself."
The light was blinding.
"I thought it was childish talk… I never believed he'd truly do it. But now—"
Ishtar whispered, stunned.
"So if that seal goes up… I'm stuck on earth?"
At that moment, Uruk's gates flung open.
A large company of soldiers marched in and formed ranks before the palace.
"High Priestess Siduri. We've completed the king's orders. Where is the king?"
The leader was a burly man, voice crisp and resolute.
Siduri pressed her lips together.
"The king… went to the Divine Realm…"
The soldiers' spirits visibly sank.
"Uruk shall live forever!"
The leader stamped the ground, roaring the words like an oath.
"Uruk shall live forever!"
The ranks answered as one, their voices like beasts calling to the future.
In the living room elsewhere, Illya bounced in excitement.
"Go, King! Seal the Divine Realm! Uruk forever!"
Rin stared at the jewels in the video, eyes sparkling with awe.
Artoria's wife, Irisviel, glanced at Northwood's profile, startled by a strange sense of déjà vu.
Northwood awkwardly shook it off, muttering under his breath.
Please don't let me show up on that video again…
Back in the Divine Realm, Gilgamesh held the longbow—two swords fused into one weapon—aimed at Anu.
"Gilgamesh! The gods will not die. They will revive. But you will die!"
Anu's hatred shook the heavens.
"HAHA! I said I would kill you!"
Gilgamesh drew the bow with everything he had.
Golden runes rippled out and unfurled into wings of light.
"Destructive fire is already brimming!"
Seven blazing arrows formed in the sky and shot down.
"Time to end this!"
"Let the inferno fall from the firmament—let the tide of Nabishtim surge!"
"End-Sword Enki!!"
He loosed.
Anu dodged aside, sensing danger.
In that gap, Gilgamesh shouted behind him:
"Enkidu, catch me—then run!"
He let himself fall backward into the void.
Enkidu forced his exhausted body to move, caught him, and leapt away.
"HAHAHA, Anu! Even if gods revive, can you still escape this prison?!"
His final taunt echoed through the realm.
"Damn it… a feint!"
Anu realized the arrows hadn't been meant for him.
The exit was already sealed.
The seven arrows fused into one, then dissolved on a barrier above Anu.
Red veins spread across the barrier, racing to the edges of the Divine Realm.
They tried to spill into the human world—only to be stopped by another layer of defense.
"Not good!"
Anu staggered back.
A sharp crack split the sky.
The barrier fractured, collapsing under immense pressure.
Then—an endless deluge roared down.
Floodwaters swallowed the Divine Realm whole, devouring everything—including Anu.
In the modern Uruk palace, ministers erupted in ecstatic cheers.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
Gilgamesh laughed thunderously.
"HAHAHA! The nation celebrates today! Keep watching!"
Back in the video, Gilgamesh and Enkidu were falling from the sky toward the earth.
At that height and speed, impact meant death.
Their bodies were too drained to fight the fall; wind tore at them like knives.
"I never thought I'd die like this," Gilgamesh murmured, shifting in midair to put himself beneath Enkidu. "Not by gods… but by my own limits."
"Gilgamesh! What are you doing? I'm a weapon the gods made—my body can take it!"
Enkidu forced a swap, putting himself below again.
"You think I don't know your condition?" Gilgamesh laughed hoarsely. "If one of us dies, it's me. That's my final order!"
Enkidu tried to resist—but his body was bound, unable to move.
The ground rushed up.
Gilgamesh closed his eyes, ready for the last agony.
Then a furious voice snapped at them:
"What did you two DO? And what was that blast? Siduri said you went to slay gods—was that true?!"
Ishtar.
Enkidu exhaled shakily, collapsed on the ark's deck.
"We're alive… thank you, Ishtar."
Gilgamesh laughed weakly.
"HAHA! That was the most exhilarating thing I've ever done."
"Hey! Answer me!"
Ishtar stomped at the helm.
"Everything you saw. I wrecked the Divine Realm and kicked it out of this world."
Ishtar's whole body trembled.
"…What?"
The ark swayed violently.
"…So I can't go home anymore?"
"Of course not. I slaughtered the gods clean!"
Gilgamesh grinned at her murderous stare.