Sunbeams illuminated the interior of the temple's primary room, lighting it up in a golden brilliance only possible at key times. Like the palace's throne room, this one had a high ceiling and motif-etched brick walls. The columns within each depicted a divinity of Mesopotamia, spaced evenly to flank the large, ornate rug that led to the altar. Smaller shrines rested among the side walls, smoldering with incense. The light smoke floated to the open ceiling and windows to be taken by the light wind.
Priestesses of Uruk were scattered about the room, offering prayers to the divines. The exception was Siduri, who rested upon her knees by the golden altar. King Gil, dressed as he was in his silent passing, was laid to rest atop its etched, regal surface. A soft glow illuminated him, which reflected off the eyes of any who looked. The room was almost dead silent, though there was only minor tension and concern.
Gudao's group had made a beeline for the temple upon hearing the news of King Gil's untimely death; They didn't even properly change.
Though the teams had been temporarily dismissed once they arrived at the gates, a few remained to listen in on the briefing. Mashu and Gabrielle knelt on the ground by Siduri, while Gudao and Scathach stood quietly on the other side of the small aisle. Though Ishtar and Quetzalcoatl remained by the altar, many other servants had dispersed to have quiet conversations in the large room.
"Thank you for coming quickly… we are only waiting on one more," Siduri spoke softly as she gazed at her late king's face.
"You're very calm after what just happened…" Gudao commented, earning a small nod from the secretary. He looked at the bags under her eyes again and sighed lightly. "Were you up all night making the funeral preparations?"
She nodded again with a small frown. "I was… until King Gilgamesh commanded me to stop. He did not explain why, but said that he would be furious if I passed away as well."
"…To stop?" Gabrielle asked with a curious glance. "But… Your king is… Why would our Gilgamesh stop you from making proper funeral preparations? Isn't it tradition?"
"I stopped Siduri because that imbecile can still be saved…" a strong voice echoed boomed through the large room. Gilgamesh had finally arrived.
Gudao glanced to Siduri as she glared towards the door. Her eyes quickly shot open in surprise, making him curious when Gabrielle and Mashu shared the same expression. As the murmurs and marching footsteps became louder, the male master turned towards the doorway. He also felt his mouth fall agape as Inanna floated a little higher to stare at the approaching archer and his entourage of couriers.
His signature golden armor was gone. It was replaced with a sandstone garb that fell across his torso from one shoulder and covered his legs loosely. Brown sandals clapped lightly against the brick floor as his golden bangles and earrings clinked gently with every step. His red eyes stared forward, though his loose blonde hair partially covered his calm gaze. A large red, royal shawl with golden and white motifs waved gently around him as he walked towards them.
The master could only gape with the others as Gilgamesh breathed out slowly. "I shall make this meeting quick… I will not let my kingdom fall idle and wanting."
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Chapter IX: How Far You've Come
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After finding out of his demise, Gilgamesh had recalled the messengers to ensure the word did not spread until the following morning. Uruk deserved to sleep peacefully, not lose rest to an idiot's mistake. Upon word getting out, he had assumed the throne to keep everything in order. He had been doing reports until the masters were due to arrive.
They'd spent the past few minutes going over the circumstances of his death, and why the Goddess Alliance played a role. As irritated as he was about the incident, King Gil couldn't die from overworking. It was impossible, so it was definitely the work of one of the three goddesses. Quetzalcoatl as the newest ally was out of the question, and the composite Gorgon and Tiamat goddess favored brutality. It was the final piece of confirmation all of them needed ever since Roman first drew the conclusion days ago.
The doctor's holographic image stared at the archer. "Then Inanna really wasn't the third as I suspected… It was her sister, Ereshkigal."
"Mistress of the Underworld. Goddess of Death and Ghosts…" Inanna grumbled as she shared a rare, agreeing look with her counterpart. Though she was not part of the alliance, she had obviously been wording her phrases vaguely. It probably offered some semblance of deterrence to others, but now the truth was revealed. She sighed. "I don't want to deal with her again…"
"We will. The King of Uruk's soul must be recovered. He cannot be allowed to die for the sake of resolving the singularity," Gilgamesh proclaimed with crossed arms. "She is also the real third goddess of the alliance, and must be dealt with accordingly."
"That means going into her domain! Ereshkigal's word is law there! No one gets out!" Inanna complained, but Gilgamesh merely scoffed.
"I find that is just a trivial circumstance. I made it out… twice. Yet you failed to do it once."
"Don't bring that up!" the Mesopotamian goddess yelled, making Quetzalcoatl clap quietly and laugh.
Gilgamesh merely shook his head and turned to the male master. "Gudao. I trust you or Gabrielle are fine with leaving as soon as possible?"
"Stop talking about going to the underworld like it's easy!" Inanna snapped, but Gilgamesh did not miss the anxiety filling her eyes. "It must be done a certain way!"
"I didn't need you to tell me that... because that is something you will handle, fool," Gilgamesh spat back, making the goddess quickly pale. She opened her mouth to counter with a finger pointed at him, but he interrupted swiftly. "I have to stay to keep the kingdom running smoothly, and the other Ishtar is currently flying to Merlin to deliver my message to him… That. Leaves. You."
Inanna quickly turned to the masters for support. "…You're not really going there, are you? You seem like intelligent humans!"
"After her little… stunt… my partner agreed to let me take the next mission," Gudao stated as he shot a dry look at Gabrielle. She merely grinned sheepishly as Quetzalcoatl laughed. "So yes... I will be going, and I would be deeply honored if my team and I were to be accompanied by Lady Inanna."
Gilgamesh presented a tiny smirk as Gudao turned on the slight flattery. Inanna was already looking troubled, but that wasn't his concern. The master had a rare way with words, so it was likely she would listen to him. Everything from the plan to entry would revolve around Inanna, so there was no further point for him to be here.
He turned to leave, but cleared his throat to stop Inanna's anxious mumbling. "As I have decreed, leave as early as possible. The window for Tiamat to launch a surprise offensive should not remain open longer than necessary… Pick your team and complete your mission quickly, Gudao."
"No question. I'll be back before sun down," the male master declared as he nodded to Gilgamesh.
The archer huffed, but withheld his smirk. "Do not let that arrogance get to your head."
"Like you should be one to talk…" Inanna grumbled with crossed arms, but the King of Heroes ignored it.
He only turned and began walking towards the exit. His entourage of messengers quickly parted to create an aisle for him as he spoke up. "We are wasting time, couriers. I can read and walk at the same time. First report!"
Even though he could feel the many stares on him as his messengers began crowding him in a respectable manner, the archer ignored them. He only took the first tablet and quickly glanced the cuneiform text. Barely a second later, he handed it back. "Give my condolences to the patrol's families. Send a proper bouquet and allow them a day to grieve for their losses…"
He took the second one, but caught Karna glancing at him. The Indian lancer stood by a pillar with Brynhildr, and his stoic gaze pierced his soul. The archer remained calm and unmoved as he continued walking. As the female lancer looked between the two with a surprised and curious expression, Karna slowly nodded towards the King of Heroes. Gilgamesh barely tipped his head back, but turned his attention back to the next tablet.
There was far too much to do to linger on any other curiosities. Uruk needed its king.
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Ishtar sighed in relief as she descended from the sky. With a smile, she happily waved at the citizens below as they cheered for their goddess. Giggling lightly, she maneuvered herself to the entrance of the palace and quickly flew within. After giving quiet greetings to the first soldiers she passed, the goddess stretched her arms and dematerialized her boat.
Initially, she was irritated she was being sent back out by Siduri to deliver news to Merlin. After following Iskandar and Medb's flying mounts back, she just wanted to have a relaxing day free from disgusting humidity and clouds of mosquitos. Upon learning the news, she had quickly changed her mind, but opted for a rather fast speed with her boat. Once he got the news, the caster was furious, which surprised her, and he had quickly doubled the convoy's efforts to return home.
Admittedly, she couldn't stay irritated at the kind and respectful Siduri, so any excess aggravation was vented well before her arrival. It left plenty of empty space to be filled with surprise and confusion upon seeing the small crowd of gathered servants. They stood at the entrance of the throne room, all peaking in but leaving two aisles for messengers to move. As soon as courier ran in, another would bolt out with a calm yet focused expression.
She sighed as she finished her approach. "Poor Siduri… She has to pick up all his slack…"
"It's not her." To her curiosity, she looked towards Arthur who rested against the beige brick wall opposite the entrance. He looked at her with a tiny smile, as did Arturia beside her. "See for yourself, Ishtar."
Ishtar blinked, though her mind immediately connected the dots. She floated gently above the crowd to get through the door quicker. Upon floating into the room, she displayed a tiny smile and whispered, "…This goddess has seen everything."
Sitting at a summoned table once more, the four pharaohs were happily enjoying wine as some guards passed envious looks towards them. The quartet's attention, especially the males, rested with the archer who sat on the throne. Ishtar let her head nod slightly in approval upon seeing him wear wearing the regal shawl; It was a gift from the priestesses in her name. The entire wardrobe he wore was among his favorites when Enkidu still lived. She watched him read a new tablet swiftly.
"The next shipment is approved. Get the carts to the wall so the canons can be reloaded in a timely manner. Allow them a break before their return… today is hotter than most."
"Yes, your majesty!" the military courier saluted before quickly bolting towards the entrance. Gilgamesh grabbed the next tablet.
He was surrounded by messengers, but his face was completely void of any frustration. He dealt with them quickly and efficiently, making it look like practiced habit. Saduri was nowhere in sight, but he was making decisions instantly with palpable precision and newfound consideration. As he answered the next two tablets, she noticed his tone remained even yet firm. She couldn't hide the impressed smile from her face.
Silently, she lowered herself to the floor as Arthur and Arturia entered quietly. They joined her beside the doorway, just as Gabrielle and Scathach moved to the opposite side. Ishtar smiled at a baffled Arturia, "Never thought I'd see something like this from our Gilgamesh."
"Mayhaps it will stay like this. That would be ideal compared to the two I've witnessed prior to this singularity," Arthur proposed, making Ishtar and Arturia nod quietly.
There was the distant sound of an explosion, but it only produced a few murmurs and glances. Ishtar stared to the throne, but Gilgamesh wasn't even bothered by it in the slightest and merely kept working. The goddess looked to her two friends as Arthur shrugged. There were plenty of servants in Uruk, so if a telepathic alert wasn't fired soon, it was likely planned. To Tesla's satisfaction, it wouldn't be the first time one of Edison's extreme experiments malfunctioned.
"Gabrielle," the firm voice suddenly called from the throne. The master's eyes were instantly on Gilgamesh as she quickly jogged towards the throne. He motioned for her to stop just as she reached the halfway point, roughly beside the pharaoh's table. After returning another tablet, he stared blankly at her. "I have given Siduri a much-needed break, which she is currently spending by my counterpart's body. As such, I have no one to properly assign tasks to Chaldea."
"…You're not just going to order servants around yourself?" she asked curiously, making the king narrow his eyes very slightly.
Ishtar felt herself lean in ever slightly as the archer scoffed, "I could, but that would be improper. My counterpart has made it clear Chaldea are appreciated foreign guests, so you will be treated as such, including respect for organization. I will give you the tasks to distribute as you see fit."
The female master's eyes widened in surprise. "So you trust me with such an important task?"
Gilgamesh smirked lightly, making her enthusiastic smile quickly fill with unease. "Gudao is significantly more efficient, but seeing as he is not here, you will have to do. Besides… Rather than concede to owing a favor if I asked Iskandar, I find it far more acceptable and entertaining to be ordering you around."
"Y-You…!" Gabrielle stuttered with her mouth open in shock as the pharaohs laughed at the table beside her. Even Scathach was trying to hold back a small chuckle. The master attempted to retort, "You're-"
"The King of Uruk, Gilgamesh," the archer reminded with a small chuckle as he motioned for the next messenger. "The king has assigned your task, and expects you to handle it well for the sake of the kingdom and your servants."
Ishtar chuckled upon seeing how flabbergasted and cornered Gabrielle was as a messenger ran up to her with a tablet. From her spot, she could see the relief in the master's eyes upon seeing Gilgamesh at least wrote it in English for her. The male archer chuckled as he received another report, "Return within the next two hours so I can give you the next one. Do not disappoint, Gabrielle."
With a sigh, the female master stared at the tablet and slowly returned to her spot beside Scathach; At least she was already trying to figure out the recipients.
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Roman had told them they'd been down there for two hours, but it was difficult to tell in the ominous darkness. Only the ground was partially lit in an eerie glow in the Underworld. An uncompromising abyss loomed over the edges, making them wary of every move. The landscape was rough and rugged, and nothing living grew anywhere they walked. Cages with souls rattled in the distance as they passed, and an occasional Garula spirit would assault the team. This place was unbelievably dangerous in all aspects.
If it had been just him, Mashu, and Inanna, it would have been nerve-racking. Thankfully, Gudao had four other servants that qualified for the conditions. The child archer called back to her sister with a smirk. "Hoy, Illya! Don't stray too far behind!"
"Ah! Kuro why didn't you tell me sooner!?" With a small squeak and a laugh from Ruby, the magical girl flew back to rejoin the group.
The archer smirked at the caster, which earned her a small pout. Their mother smiled at Kuro, making her flinch. The older caster glowed like an angel in her Dress of Heaven within the dark Underworld. She scolded gently, "Be nice to your sister, Kuro. She's nervous here."
"Yes, mama…" the archer responded. Illya returned to rubbing her gloved hands together nervously, clearly not liking the idea of dealing with ghosts. Her sister looked far calmer as she hummed and walked beside the black-haired assassin. Shiki merely glanced around while holding her signature knife, curious when the next hostile spirit would appear. Their company certainly made Mashu look more reassured.
"Miss Ryougi… Do you mind taking the front behind Inanna? You're probably the best at handling these ghosts with that arm," the battlesuit-clad master asked politely.
The pseudo-servant quietly nodded and walked towards the front. Based on the how the underworld works, Ereshkigal and her laws control anyone who is dead. Servants would fall under the rules since they were spirits, which meant most were not viable. However, these four pseudo-servants in particular arrived in Chaldea by unusual means. They had never died, so it meant they would be immune like him and Mashu. It was also less hassle transporting them to Kutha, by Quetzalcoatl's pterosaurs were unbelievably handy.
Gudao couldn't wait to get that enthusiastic rider summoned to Chaldea, but they'd have to get out of the underworld first. "You're certain it's this way, Inanna?"
"Yes... Just a little farther to the third gate," she answered quietly. Her face was a mix of determination and concern, and he couldn't blame her. She was hovering in the air, barely the size of a young adult thanks to the first gate they encountered. He felt bad, knowing with each gate the goddess would continue to lose divinity and power. Still, she led them on faithfully, and he appreciated it.
…It was just baffling these gates seemed to ask the strangest, binary questions.
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As he relaxed on a bench near the garden's reflecting pool, Gilgamesh breathed out in relief. He didn't enjoy handling all these reports, but doing them quickly and efficiently meant he could take longer breaks in between. If he was going to do this, he would ensure it was done appropriately and his way. He wasn't about to make the same mistakes as his ridiculous counterpart did.
"At least the people won't remember this when it's repaired…" he grumbled out loud. "This would have looked terrible on this world's tablet."
"How curious! You're doing so much, even when your people won't remember! Very respectable!"
Gilgamesh turned his head to the side to glare as Ozymandias walked towards him. Even as the leaves of overhead garden palms occasionally shaded his figure, he always seemed to glow with the sun's radiance. It was almost as annoying as that little smirk he usually wore when talking to him. The rider laughed. "To think you've become like your counterpart on the throne!"
"I'm not dead," he decided to quip dryly, making Ozymandias laugh louder. "If you have nothing important to say regarding my kingdom, leave. I wish to enjoy my break."
"The Sun King does not tread upon your peace to lay insults, Gilgamesh," the rider responded calmly as his smirk faded to a small smile. "I simply wished to see this garden after weeks of postponement."
Gilgamesh scoffed. "While I am present in it…"
"I do not mind! It is your palace, no? You may enjoy it," the pharaoh chuckled as Gilgamesh's temper slowly rose. At the very least, the rider didn't seem to throw any further comments to test his patience.
Ozymandias only stood with a distant look in his eyes as his eyes slowly moved about the serene garden. The breeze rustled some of the palm leaves and gently rocked the reflecting pool. A mother bird flew into a ground shrub to care to its calling chick. It felt like nature, and it was only the central part of the palace's backyard. Even if Uruk was filled with many such spots, this one was constructed to be a shining example and a gift to his friend.
"I had a garden like this once…" the pharaoh remarked with a nostalgic smile. "It was started in my childhood with my surrogate brother."
Gilgamesh quirked a small eyebrow at Ozymandias, but the rider merely continued as he gazed at the pool. "It had a pool like this too. Nefertari insisted it would be the final piece, but we added a small fountain later... The garden was the only project in my reign that we completed ourselves."
"Your surrogate brother…" Gilgamesh murmured, making the rider nod slowly. Of course, there was only one person that could be.
One of the rider's arms slowly lifted before him. With a small flash of prana, a flower with pink petals and a yellow core appeared in his hand. He held it up gently to let it bask in the sun, and Gilgamesh recognized it instantly. It was a rare desert flower, and in full bloom it was spectacular. The King of Kings would stare at one fondly on occasion, but the archer never gave it a second glance. Now that he was listening to a curious rambling, he did.
The rider let it rest in his open palm as a gentle breeze caressed the petals. "My garden was filled with these since my beloved wife loved them so much. Moses was better at nurturing them though."
"I and Moses spent a lot of time in that garden just talking as he gardened. Nefertari would join us on occasion, but she didn't wish to intrude too often on our privacy. She was caring, and he was welcoming. They were both compassionate… and I didn't feel like a pharaoh in those moments, nor did I care," Ozymandias admitted with a brilliant smile. It was a mix of nostalgia, longing, happiness, and acceptance.
With its radiance still upon his lips, he turned to Gilgamesh curiously. "Have you ever felt that way here? I'm certain this garden has special meaning… A garden always does for a ruler."
After a contemplative pause, he found himself answering unconditionally. "I had it constructed for Enkidu to show I can appreciate nature."
Hearty laughter boomed in the air, making Gilgamesh glare. The pharaoh calmed himself down, but raised his other hand to request patience. "That sounded offensive, but that was not my intent. Even a God-King knows to be respectful in another ruler's lands… No. I laugh because that sounds just like something you would do, King of Heroes."
"Of course it is. It was a simple addition. My friend appreciated nature, so it was only natural I create a perfect, ideal garden for his enjoyment."
"But not yours as well? I assume you've spent time with him here, no?" Ozymandias inquired, making Gilgamesh pause in further contemplation. He had, but the garden was never built with himself in mind. It was rare he would give anything out for someone else, but for Enkidu it was only proper. Once more, the rider shook his head with a smile and continued. "One's closest friend always has the other's happiness in mind... By granting them happiness, you bestow it upon yourself as well."
The rider lifted the pink flower slightly into the sun and stared at it. It glowed vividly as he restated, "Well, Gilgamesh? Have you ever felt that way here or with Enkidu?"
What kind of question was that? Gilgamesh felt himself frown, but his mouth didn't open to retort. Instead he fell into silent thought as he gazed at the reflecting waters. He tried to recall the feelings of any particular moment, but found he couldn't. His mind had molded all his times with Enkidu together to give an encompassing idea. He stopped trying to discern the small bits within the garden and accepted the all-encompassing picture.
No. He didn't feel completely like the King of Uruk around Enkidu, but he didn't feel like a commoner or human either. What he did feel was a strange acceptance and comfort that came with no authority or supreme prestige. It was likely the same way for Enkidu, who felt himself as only a tool; It was an opinion Gilgamesh was adamantly against accepting. His green-haired, powerful equal was never a weapon or tool for him to use, but a friend he deeply appreciated.
Quietly, he looked to Ozymandias and scoffed upon seeing his signature smirk. The rider chuckled. "You do not need to respond, for I, the Sun King, understand."
"Understand what? That you're ruining my break?" Gilgamesh grumbled.
"I understand that it doesn't matter how you feel with those closest to you. You can be a King to everyone else, but a friend to them. It doesn't matter what you are, because they only care about who you are and ensuring your smile is filled with happiness…"
"And that goes both ways," Gilgamesh finished calmly, earning a nod in response. He stared at Ozymandias as the proud rider gently placed the flower to sit between his grand, golden necklace and white cape. Feeling the need to strike back for prying even a little into his privacy, the archer spoke up, "Then this is the same feeling for Moses? Even after the Ten Plagues of Egypt and the following pursuit?"
To his surprise, Ozymandias' smile didn't falter. He only chuckled lightly. "I did what I saw proper as the Pharaoh, whether right or wrong. My word is law, and the people had to accept that. For my friend to preach against myself and my people's beliefs was… unbearably painful."
"…I thought your closest friend was supposed to look out for the other's happiness," Gilgamesh dared to ask, but there was no hostility in his voice.
There was only newfound curiosity for what the rider had gone through. The thought of having to choose between your rule and your friend was painful, though the brief thought raised a terrible acknowledgement. It was because of his rule, the king's wish to protect Uruk from the Bull of Heaven, that he had lost Enkidu. Knowing what he did now, the archer would have been much more hesitant to take on that divine entity.
There was no hint of offense in Ozymandias' answer, but no pain either. "We hurt each other, there is no doubt about that. Both our people suffered because of what we had to do. In the end, I let him go as he parted the Red Sea. My warriors were stunned. I was crushed… I've lost my first born, and then I lost my dearest friend to our duties… I wish for no one to ever feel the pain of losing one's closest friend to destiny..."
Upon hearing those words and seeing that glint of despair in the pharaoh's golden eyes, Gilgamesh lost any lingering irritation. Though their differences existed, they had more in common than he took the time to note. Both of their closest friends had left their lives, and maybe the rider might actually fathom a fraction of what he felt that day. Perhaps this rival understood him far better and longer than he bothered to acknowledge.
As Gilgamesh contemplated this new discovery, Ozymandias' smile grew again. "I did my duty, and even as my heart quivered, I yelled to him over the raging seas… I bade him farewell, and wished him a happy life… but I don't regret anything! I only remain hopeful we will meet again in Chaldea, and laugh like old times… Maybe Nefertari will come as well, and I can introduce you to the other two thirds of my heart! I look forward to that day!"
"When that time comes, I do not wish these same circumstances upon you," the archer found himself stating, though he did so willingly.
The rider turned to his rival but did not smirk. He only nodded in silent thanks. "I hope the same. This is something no one should be forced through."
"We can agree there," Gilgamesh proclaimed as he stood up from his bench with a small frown. "My break has been expended faster… I must get back to work."
Ozymandias chuckled as the archer took his first steps. "I shall rejoin my fellow pharaohs then. You may rest assured, I shall not bother you during one of your breaks again."
"I will hold you to your word, Ozymandias." With a scoff, Gilgamesh stopped and turned to the rider one last time. His irritation faded as they stared at each other quietly. "…why did you feel the urge to talk about personal subjects?"
"All this time, we've only ever argued and boasted to each other, haven't we?" Ozymandias chuckled lightly and shook his head. He met Gilgamesh's gaze firmly with a small smile. "If I had spoken up days ago, we would have bickered... Today? …Today we talked."
With that said, the rider walked past Gilgamesh towards the throne room. The King of Heroes contemplated for a few seconds more on his words before he started walking. He was right that they only ever quarreled and attempted to one up each other. They had a rivalry by the very definition, even if he would be and feel superior. Nothing had gotten in the way of them having an actual, rare conversation. After the absurd weeks they've been here, he had to silently admit…
Looking back, this conversation was more than acceptable.
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Gudao was often complimented for his strategies and situational awareness, and he would not falter even as they faced the Goddess of Death herself. Mashu had been nervous as they first stood on the dark, unwelcoming rock that rested before her palace. With Fou reassuring her with quiet licks on her cheek, she pressed forward and believed in him. His whole team and the rescued King Gil did, even as Ereshkigal's dark and gloomy structure disappeared behind a wall of darkness.
Shadowy abyss rocketed from the sides of the platform, trapping the small team within a space barely sizeable for a fight. As the groans of departed spirits echoed around them, she had made her appearance among the rubble and skeletal remains of the platform's only mound. Wreathed in shadow, she appeared as a dark reaper ready to steal their souls. The command was on the tip of her tongue to tear their hopes and lives away, but she made one serious miscalculation.
Gudao knew exactly what to say to disarm the situation.
After he started a calm and firm explanation that had King Gil laughing hysterically, the shadowy wreath that surrounded Ereshkigal faded to reveal the stunned goddess. At first glance, she clearly looked like a blonde Ishtar, including a black tiara. Her clothes were darker as befitting the Mistress of the Underworld, though it resembled a fancy, black leotard with golden accents. A crimson cape that matched her hair ties covered her back and blew gently in the ominous winds. A golden necklace shaped like a skull and spine hung around her neck, and it reached to touch the dark soil…
…not because it was really long, but because she was hunched over, clutching her head in a mix of mortification and embarrassment. She stuttered, "Y-You knew!? What do you mean you knew!?"
Gudao scratched the back of his head with an apologetic smile. "To be fair, when you took over this Ishtar's body, I was only confused why she was acting strangely… When you borrowed our Ishtar's body and asked me to tell you about my past adventures, I knew something was up."
Ereshkigal paled further and blushed bright enough her cheeks matched her cloak. "W-What!? That wasn't this one- Oh! Oh no! I lost track of who was where! I thought I was being careful when I was watching you! A-And then I said all those shameful things and I- Ahhhhhh!"
He turned to Mashu as she smiled, all nervousness now gone from her body. Even Illya was no longer relying on Kuro's scolding or Irisviel's reassurance to keep her focused. Shiki looked bored as usual, though there was the slightest hint of an amusement in the black-haired assassin's gaze. Gudao turned back to the mumbling Ereshkigal as she looked up with an accusing stare. "Those doors should have beaten you! My Garula spirits! Why did you beat them so easily with so few!?"
"Oh? I didn't realize they were supposed to be that much of a problem…" Shiki commented with a tiny smirk. "They gave Kuro and I a nice stretch… Yea, Kuro?"
The tanned arched laughed as Ereshkigal shot back to her feet. The void swirled into the shape of a spear and condensed at her command. She held her ebony lance that was wreathed in dark strands and growled. "You insolent-! You will be judged harshly for your crimes against my Garula spirits!"
"Judgement…" King Gil muttered, earning her glare as he gazed back. "You, who is the patron goddess of Cuthar, joined in that alliance… This sin is beyond any of the other goddesses. Even if I am dead, I can judge you and find you guilty using the authority of the king."
The king stepped forward, but Gudao didn't say a word. Negotiations were quickly breaking down, and he was attempting to find the eye of the needle to weave his thread. Unfortunately, Kuro and Shiki had unintentionally made it smaller, and King Gil wasn't helping as he continued. "Invaders can be crushed with strength, but someone who betrays their companions and people will be judged by the world itself. That… is the meaning of the authority of the king. You understand this, don't you?"
"Dingir. The royal authority granted to you…" she mumbled as the grip on her weapon tightened. "So you're going to sacrifice yourself and everything to enact its privilege? To have divine punishment wrought upon me so your people only face one goddess?"
"That answer depends on you! I, the King, demand an answer from you, goddess Ereshkigal!" He declared loudly over the groaning spirits from the abyssal wall. "Why do you side with the goddesses? Are you rejecting your duty of protecting the people and civilization of Sumer?"
To Gudao's dismay, the situation only continued to deteriorate as she chuckled darkly. So much for that friendly, laid-back atmosphere he was building. "My duty has never changed... I am Ereshkigal! The Goddess of the Underworld! I exist to hold all of humanity and their souls in the Underworld! That is my purpose and my eternal fate! Why would I regret fulfilling that?"
Seeing a chance opening from his own curiosity, he fired. "…Was it lonely?"
Ereshkigal's stern demeanor fell instantly, and she turned to face Gudao with a blank expression. Mashu was beside him, shield at the ready while the three pseudo-servants behind him stood poised. Even the palm-sized Inanna, who floated in the air above Gudao's shoulder, had her tiny boat primed. The Goddess of the Underworld sighed.
"…In all those times, I spent every moment in charge of the souls of the underworld. I could not have my own hobbies, or even happiness or sadness… I could not have even a single friend." She practically whispered, but quickly growled in frustration. "I had nothing, and yet I had to watch all that time… Ishtar! Flying about her business in absolute freedom in the skies!"
"I won't lie and pretend I know what that's like," Gudao replied softly. He wasn't too sure where this was going to lead, but it was at least buying him time to figure out a real course of action. "…I haven't had any friends until Gabby came along… but that's not comparable."
"Then do you still find me guilty, even after all of that? Do you think it's wrong for me to collect the souls of humanity?" she asked firmly. "I've been alone for all this time… I've worked so hard and so diligently… Don't I deserve even a tiny bit of praise?"
"Of course you should be praised. All that effort was praiseworthy," Gudao insisted, though King Gil looked incredulously at the master. Before he could say anything, the man shook his head quickly. "What you've been through though… Those countless years of loneliness and suffering as you did your job. To praise that? No. I would never."
Ereshkigal's eyes narrowed dangerously. "…Are you saying all of it was meaningless!? That you don't care!? Do you not understand what I've been through!?"
"How can I when it's in a league I could never hope to understand? A millennia of tormented isolation? If I even pretended I knew exactly how you'd feel, that'd be an insult to all you've been through! So I can't try to," Gudao quickly added, though her glare remained.
He shook his head. "Please don't get me wrong! Like I said, I can't praise that you suffered. I hate seeing people in misery… but I respect and admire the strength of the incredible goddess who had the courage to persevere through it. That you held onto the hope that you can still be happy despite what every sign wants to tell you... Someone would have to be cruel not to admire that hopeful strength."
In his effort to ensure he wasn't misunderstood, he found an opening. The goddess' expression softened, which convinced him to press forward. "Ereshkigal… I know what I say might be absurd or ridiculous… but you've pushed forward through all those tough times, I'm almost positive you're about to make the happiness you sought."
"…How can you say that? After so many years, why would it just fall into my hands now!? I was just doing my duty!" She yelled in frustration, but Gudao remained calm. "I don't even know what it feels like!"
"I think you do… Those times you borrowed either Ishtar's body proved that." Gudao offered softly with a smile. " You were curious and excited… you even laughed, and I know that wasn't Ishtar! That was your decision and your emotions... That was you fighting to grab hold of the happiness you want… to make and experience it yourself when you've been denied for so long! There was no mistaking what I saw. I'm glad Gabby and I were able to help a goddess come closer to seeing that."
"…What arrogance…" the goddess mumbled, though the words had her visibly thinking about something other than killing them. She fidgeted, and he quietly breathed in relief. "You talk like you understand this goddess…"
"I don't understand you, but I understand suffering," the master offered truthfully. Mashu gave a solemn smile at him, and he sighed. "I've had no friends until Gabby came along. I was the sheltered punching bag, so to speak... Then everything started turning around for me after I finally tried to find happiness for myself. I won't bore you with the details, but life got better. With her help, I was able to create it for myself."
"Sounds like a child's motivation story…" Inanna chimed in on his shoulder, and King Gil shot her a warning glare.
Gudao chuckled nervously. "I guess it does sound like that, huh? It's true though. As average as my life was, I at least learned why I felt even happier after I managed to grab hold of it… It was because of the depression."
"You were happy because you suffered?" Ereshkigal asked as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Yes. It's because I had such a low point in my life that I could truly appreciate happiness after years of working for it. You can't protect yourself from sadness without keeping yourself from happiness," the master smiled reassuringly at the Goddess of Death. "Life is a sea of waves… I might be too young to say this, but there's going to be low and high points. That's obvious. It's the worst parts of life that remind people how great the best parts were. It made me feel that much better about the good times."
"So you're bragging to me… is that it? That's your point?" the goddess accused, but the master shook his head.
"No… of course not, Ereshkigal! What I'm getting at is you've made it through unimaginable times with your dignity and drive. Someone would have to be blind not to see your admirable, unbelievable strength. I'm not sure how close you are to finding it, but I'm confident your reward is coming… If you keep rowing to reach the crest of the waves, you will find it! There's a balance in everything."
"I've reached for so long…" she muttered with a frown. "…You've had help…"
"You had me, didn't you? Gabby too when we accidentally woke her up with our loud laughter," Gudao chuckled lightly, and he was proud he got a tiny smile out of her. "Call me an optimist, but I believe you can do it. You'll be happy! I'm glad I could help show you it exists, because it's there! Your efforts were not in vain, I promise you!"
Gudao shook his head lightly. He had been trying to find a proper negotiation stance, but it now felt more like a sentimental pep talk. It felt good, though. He decided to offer one last, truthful declaration before returning to the singularity's concerns. "If you don't listen to anything I've said, then that's fine… but please. I know it may be impossible for you to believe, but I'm certain you'll one day grasp the smile you can wear forever… You only have to reach a little farther and hold that belief in your heart. That smile will be brighter than the stars themselves! Happiness is going to look beautiful on you!"
As he sighed, Gudao closed his eyes as he was met with no answer. He shook his head softly and turned to Mashu. Upon opening his eyes, he saw her giving him a slightly jealous, but approving stare. He smiled back at her reassuringly before he turning back to the goddess. "I'm sorry, Ereshkigal. I got a little…"
King Gil was smirking towards the master, and Inanna was staring towards her sister goddess in open surprise. Gudao fully understood why, since Ereshkigal was currently gazing at him with a tear threatening one eye. A bright blush colored her face as she bit her lip in concentration. While the groans of spirits in the wall surrounding them, she fought to keep her own emotions in check as she quickly rubbed her eyes.
"You… Y-You better be sorry!" she stammered as the grip on her weapon loosened. "…how am I supposed to fight you after you've said something kind like that…"
King Gil smirked at the male master as the trio of pseudo-servants relaxed behind them. Gudao smiled, knowing he had opened up negotiations once more. It was truthfully one of the more spontaneous routes he's found, but it had worked. Only the truth had been spoken and his actual beliefs, and it had sailed true with Ereshkigal. She tried, and failed, to hide the soft smile aimed at him with a visible blush, making Mashu grip her shield a little tighter.
The smile grew bashful. "…You better take responsibility for those words and help me reach for that happiness, Gudao…"
'Oh shit.' …Perhaps he had been too effective this time.
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Shivers ran through King Gil's body, but just feeling it made him content. The coolness of the surface beneath was soothing. He breathed gently and heard the quiet gasp beside him. As he slowly opened his eyes, mindful of the bright, amber light of the temple, he groaned. Slowly he sat up and groaned when his muscles stiffened. He wasn't dead that long, was he?
"Your majesty…" Siduri sniffled as she smiled warmly at him. "…Welcome home."
"As much as I, the King, enjoyed trouncing about Ereshkigal's Underworld, I'm glad to be back," he offered with a small sigh as he scratched the back of his head. His woven headpiece was missing, but it should be nearby somewhere.
He heard familiar voices groaning and looked past the secretary. Gudao was casually brushing off his battle suit, but spared an apologetic smile towards the pile of servants nearby. Apparently when Ereshkigal ensured them they would be teleported to the temple in a comfortable manner… that only meant for Gudao. Poor Mashu was groaning at the bottom of a stack of servants, which included a healthily-sized Inanna. Only Ruby was happily floating above the pile as Illya and Kuro attempted to free themselves.
King Gil supposed it was to be expected. After Gudao's valiant efforts, he and Inanna had gotten into an argument and unintentionally insulted Ereshkigal as they bickered. They wound up fighting her anyway, but she couldn't bring herself to attacking the master she was clearly falling for. Thankfully they were able to defeat her… and even turn her to their side with the help of that unusual old man. He'd have to bring that last point up with his counterpart.
The King of Uruk smirked at the scene as he turned to look at his secretary. She dried her tears of relief as he smiled at her. "…I made you worry, Siduri. I'm sorry."
She looked at him in surprise at the apology, but then lightly blushed and smiled back. "It's alright, your highness… You don't need to apologize. You had an accident."
"One I wish not to repeat… Dying by tablet-work would make a terrible obituary," the King of Uruk quipped with a small smile. Siduri laughed, as did Gudao as he helped his servants, but the once more living ruler did not. His smile faded, but his secretary noticed. "…Siduri… how much-"
She chuckled and smiled. "Your counterpart has been taking care of it, your highness… of his own choosing, I must add."
It was now King Gil's turn to look at his secretary in shock. "…But you're not at his side! He-"
"I haven't been. I gave him all the necessary information of the resources last night, and he's handled it alone ever since. He has been doing a phenomenal job from what Ishtar has informed me."
King Gil fell silent, but his expression changed to match his contemplation. As Siduri quietly handed him his headpiece, the man put it on as he stood up on shaky legs. There were no complaints when Siduri dared to touch his arm to steady him. He glanced towards the former pile of servants as Gudao helped Mashu up. Siduri smiled lightly at him and motioned towards the door with her free hand.
"Your majesty… if you would like, you may see for yourself."
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With only two hours until sundown, the late afternoon sun was starting to emit its yellowish tint. The pharaohs still had their table set up since Gabrielle never gave them any tasks. She and Scathach had been sitting with them, though it meant dealing with Nitocris and Cleopatra's lighthearted teasing. Ishtar, on the other hand, was content to watch from her floating perch as Gilgamesh continued to plow through any reports. He had been so unbelievably efficient all day, it was barely a trickle.
A crowd of servants had once more gathered to spectate since tasks were dropping with the approaching evening. She had expected the archer to grow tired of it, but he had let them idle at their discretion so long as they weren't bothering him. It was a theory, but she figured it was likely because he was no longer against others viewing him. Perhaps he no longer cared what they thought, or he was completely content with how he was seen. Whatever the case, she had enjoyed how… perfect he looked on his throne again.
"Oh? I, the King, don't recall my throne room being a theater…"
Ishtar turned towards the door as the living King of Uruk and Siduri walked through. An applause broke out from the Urukians while Gudao and his small team appeared through the doorway. The goddess gave a small nod to her counterpart, looking healthy as ever, as she flew up to join her. Her attention remained primarily on King Gil as he stopped halfway through the room to cross his arms. A silence had fallen within the room as Gudao and his team stopped behind Siduri and the ruler.
Only the messengers continued to talk as Gilgamesh dealt with any remaining reports. "Thank you, your majesty! I'll make the run immediately!"
"I only do what I see fit. Now, make haste… The last report please!" The King of Heroes declared loudly, as he finally passed an obvious glance towards his living counterpart. It lingered ever so slightly as he took the last remaining messenger's tablet. With a quick glance, he handed it back barely seconds later. "If he is sick, he should not be on guard duty. Inform Captain Zabun that it's best his soldier rests. Grant him the request for one of my Royal Guard to stand temporary watch."
"Right away, your majesty! You are far too kind!" Ishtar watched the last messenger run off, allowing Gilgamesh to finally stare at his counterpart without distraction.
They gazed at each other with contemplative expressions in the near silence of the room. Quietly, the seated archer glanced to the side doors to check for messengers before turning once more to his counterpart. The soldiers waited quietly, uncertain of what their other ruler was thinking. The whispers fell silent as Gilgamesh glanced over to the secretary. "Siduri. If you would be so kind as to inform any incoming messengers they may have a ten-minute break. I would appreciate it."
Siduri, still with a small yet praising smile, bowed towards Gilgamesh. "Yes… your majesty."
Ishtar's eyebrow quirked upon the secretary's new admittance as she swiftly walked towards the throne. With pride and regal glory defined in every one of his steps, Gilgamesh stood up and strode forward. His footsteps echoed through the silent chamber as he descended the few steps. Upon reaching level ground, he strode forward without breaking his firm gaze. It was returned by an equal one from his counterpart who eyed the borrowed red shawl curiously. Ishtar could hardly keep the enthusiastic little smile hidden from her face.
Gilgamesh stopped barely a dozen meters from his counterpart and crossed his arms. After an eternity of staring, the archer scoffed. "…Pitiful."
The floating Chaldean archer struggled to hold back a chuckle while Inanna eyed the exchange in surprise. King Gil scowled. "Pitiful!?"
"Do not make I, the King, repeat myself!" The glares were matched for intensity, but still the King of Heroes pressed his point calmly. "To think that my living self would dare pass away by such humiliating means. That is not what Uruk requires in its time of need!"
"How dare you imply that-!" King Gil began to roar back, but quickly stopped himself. His eyes grew incredulous as the archer's stare remained firm and regal. She could see the gears in King Gil's head turning as his expression shifted. Slowly and steadily, the outrage left his eyes and the frown had vanished. In its place, he brought a hand up to cover his face. Gilgamesh countered it with a small smirk that grew on his.
It was quiet at first, but their orchestra began to play. The music of their low and equal laughter echoed through the room as it turned hearty. Any present Urukians stared in bewilderment, but many Chaldean's eyes were lit with tints of amusement. It felt almost as long as the silence, but the two soon calmed themselves down. They gazed at one another again with matching smirks and pride.
"…Well done, Gilgamesh," the King of Uruk complimented and nodded towards him. "I, the King, thank you for watching after our kingdom so well."
Ishtar started the roaring round of applause as the two kings shared another bout of laughter.
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Upon Siduri's suggestion, the palace, for the first time in its history, was filled with many citizens of Uruk. There was only five hours' notice, but the quickly prepared food and entertainment by the Chaldeans did not disappoint. Even the throne room was filled with happy Urukians who were graciously thanking King Gil and the Chaldeans for everything they've done. All planning had been completed in time for all to enjoy the festivities. With the final battle so close at hand, the agreement to hold a premature celebration was unanimous.
What better way to lift the spirits of everyone in preparation for battle?
Even as the sounds of festivities beckoned for all to revel in its splendor, some sought enjoyment in the palace gardens. With its clear view of the night sky, some would walk out to enjoy the stars and clear moon. The full moon had passed, so the current slightest sliver of shadow was growing by the day. It didn't stop Gudao, now in a fresh Chaldean Uniform, from gazing at it from his seat by the reflecting pool. Mashu and Arturia's Knights would be meeting him here in roughly half an hour, but he had an unexpected visitor first.
"I thought you would be enjoying yourself within." The male master turned to watch as Gilgamesh, once more in his golden armor, walked towards him. He gave quiet greetings to any Urukian who passed, but kept his attention on the lone master on the bench.
Gudao only smiled back. "I thought I'd get some peace for a bit. It's been a hectic day."
"We can agree on that," Gilgamesh nodded as he stopped beside the bench.
The master chuckled lightly. "I thought I wasn't going to complete my daily morale check, but the impromptu party sure made it easier to talk to all the servants… You're the only one left, but I don't think I need to ask how you've been."
Gilgamesh glanced at the master blankly, but Gudao only nodded. "It's good to see you're in better spirits, Gilgamesh. I'm happy you are, but I wish things still turned out better."
The archer was about to reply before his ears picked up a curious sound. He heard shuffling cloth against the ground and a wooden, constant tap. The archer turned his head to look and raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched Samila slowly making her way into the garden. She struggled with a large bag in one arm, and squinted her eyes to look around for something, or someone. Gilgamesh frowned at the sight and quickly walked over to her.
She gasped in surprise as the archer quickly relieved her of the bag to hold himself. "Oh! Your majesty! There you are!"
"Samila, I'm disappointed no one bothered to help you," Gilgamesh stated as Gudao quietly walked over to join them.
With a gentle smile, the old lady merely brushed it off with a chuckle. "It's alright, your majesty. They probably thought I was a server or something!"
Gilgamesh clearly didn't buy the excuse, but Samila only reached for the bag. Upon taking it, he felt soft contents and one sizable pot. He lowered the bag carefully to allow her to reach in. "You were one of the Chaldeans I was looking for! I brought you a present!"
His eyebrow quirked slightly in interest as she slowly pulled a potted plant from the bag. The tall pot was partially submerged with water with no drainage hole. Without asking, Gudao quickly but gently took the bag from Gilgamesh so he could accept the gift. The potted plant now rested in one hand as the old lady smiled warmly at him.
"This is…" Gilgamesh muttered quietly. A tiny, subdued smirk formed on his lips. "Your favorite flower, isn't it?"
"It's hard to raise a lotus, but I always loved them! …Thank you for having their seeds imported years ago, your majesty," Samila chuckled as she smiled happily at the archer. "It meant a lot to me that you stopped by to help me… I know you and the current king are really busy!"
Gilgamesh nodded towards Samila with a small smile that brightened her own. He proclaimed, "I shall keep this gift safe and treasured. You have the king's word."
"Oh, I know you will. I hope Enkidu's smiling for you wherever he truly is," the old woman noted as she turned to the master. "Mister Gudao… Would you happen to know where Ana and her beautiful sisters are? I have gifts for all of them and the fluffy giant!"
Gilgamesh watched Gudao's smile falter softly, but he quickly nodded. "Some of them haven't come to the party… but I can show you where Ana and Medusa are."
"Oh, please do! I don't wish to bother his majesty any longer!" the old woman hummed as Gudao quickly motioned for her to follow. If he recalled correctly, those two were having a chat with Merlin at one of the far corners. He kept the bag in his hands to save her the effort. Samila waved gently to Gilgamesh as she turned to follow Gudao further into the garden. "Have a good night, your majesty! May the divines bless you always!"
He nodded towards her and looked down at the pot in his hands. The water reflected the stars and moon upon its glassy surface, and the small sprout jetted from the water. It was her most difficult plant to raise here, but she always did do a fine job of doing so. If it wouldn't muddy the waters of the reflecting pool, he likely would have had a few himself. Now he did have one, and he stared onto the mirror surface at the moon.
That small slither of shadow… he couldn't help but feel it meant something different. He would not dwell on it since the critical battle was tomorrow.
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The night had been peaceful. It was not the discomfort or unnerving anxiety most felt before the finale. It was a calmness and acceptance at the end for Gilgamesh. After everything he had experienced and been through, he was happy to put this behind him. All that remained was to close the curtains on Tiamat.
The following morning had come and gone swiftly. Gudao's team had snuck the three dozen kilometers through the cedar forest to arrive at Tiamat's lair. The mountain looked unimposing visually, but the emanating sensation of malevolence was unmistakable. Thanks to the presence concealment cloaks and the absolute precision teamwork of the Hassans, they had arrived unnoticed to their position. Gilgamesh was pleased the plan had worked out well thus far.
It was only a few minutes until Gabrielle's forces at the wall initiated the battle, but Gudao's team would have to wait longer than that.
Chaldean Servants would be gathering at the bottom of the wall, making an obvious preparation for an attack; It was just a lure. They would cause as much commotion as possible to lure in the remaining first-generation monsters, and hopefully Kingu. Should it not work initially, a combined charge away from the wall would do the trick. They just needed all the attention away from the lair.
After so many days, it was almost over. The loose-haired archer didn't know how he was truly supposed to feel. There was a touch of relief he didn't have to deal with this much longer. He was sure Enkidu would have been pleased at what he decided to do to boost his undeniable superiority. He was even satisfied with his own actions the past few days... but there was still that lingering uncertainty he couldn't explain.
"I do not mean to introduce doubt now, but you are certain this will work, Gudao?" Cursed Arm asked as his lanky body appeared from spirit form. The group remained clustered at the wood line, only a hundred meters from the base of the mountain.
"Of course! I've done stuff like this all the time~!" Merlin boasted, making Ana grumble beside him. Thankfully, yet strangely, there were no monsters around to hear them. Medusa remained silent as the caster pointed to a bow on his staff. "This bow attracts its kin that I've tied to the Axe of Marduk. When Quetzalcoatl throws it, the axe will automatically home in on this one."
"We can do nothing but trust he isn't lying," Gilgamesh declared with crossed arms as he stared at the magus. Merlin dared to wave at him enthusiastically.
The archer scoffed, but turned his attention towards the distant plains. The remains of the empty Nippur were far away, and there were already countless monsters wandering the fields. There was no sign of Kingu anywhere, and it made him anxious; Was it the chance of not encountering him that made the King of Heroes uncertain? It was possible they would find him guarding his mother within the lair. It was the worst-case scenario, but that's why Gilgamesh was here and not at the wall.
That's when the King of Heroes spotted him and narrowed his eyes.
High in the air, Kingu was hard to spot among the few clouds, but he was watching. He circled above the wall curiously, clearly taking the bait and considering whether to launch a preemptive attack. Any concern of dealing with Tiamat's top subordinate in the lair evaporated, but that curiosity and uncertainty lingered. Quietly, Gilgamesh scanned Gudao's surrounding baker's dozen of servants. Kingu could be tied up, but there never was a solid estimate for how long. They would need to end Tiamat quickly before they were pincered.
As he pondered, the uncertainty turned to a desire. There was one thing he still wished to do if given the opportunity. The male master looked up just as the archer turned to him. "Remind me, Gudao. How confident are you in this team's ability to take down Tiamat in a timely manner?"