The entire city was on fire while a viscous mud flowed through its streets. The sky was dark from the smoke, the atmosphere oppressive, feeling as if it would crush the unworthy. In the distance, a tall, looming figure stood, where all the accursed mud flowed from. From the top of the tallest building, a king and two stargazers watched.
"Take a look, this is Uruk in its entirety," The golden king stood over his land, his city, not a hint of sorrow nor anger in his tone. "One more step, and it will be wiped off the land. The end of one world," It truly was. If they failed here, humanity would be wiped from the Earth, with only one being to remember them as they were. "Here she comes. Our Mother appears," The king stood defiant, a magical book appearing in his hand. "This will be Uruk's last stand against Tiamat. You sit there and see it through to the very end!" Along the walls of the mighty Uruk, all 360 Dingirs fired, launching all of the golden king's treasures at the Mother of All, the onslaught doing little to faze her.
That's when he noticed it.
The Mother of All was staring down one of the stargazers, a very ordinary looking boy. From the look on his face, the boy noticed it too… before the king knew it, his body moved, shielding the stargazer, an act that before this moment would be unthought of, even in the king's wildest dreams.
"How dare you try to snipe him? … You have good aim to. Impressive, you damn Tiamat," the king pressed forward, ignoring the gaping wound in his stomach.
"K-King Gilgamesh!" The purple haired surplus called out in distress.
"Worry not! It is only a mortal wound! If you lot are still fine, then all is well!" the king boasted. The Dingirs kept firing, the king still defiant.
"Please stop!" The purple haired stargazer cried out, her fear of losing someone dear laced in her voice. "You're clearly in no condition to!"
"Are you saying it's impossible?!" The king bellowed. "That I am at my limit? That Uruk cannot fight anymore?!" The Dingirs kept firing even as the king was slowly dying where he stood, buying them those precious seconds needed. "Do you also claim so, Fujimaru Ritsuka?!" He addressed the boy he just saved. The boy was silent for a second, before he stood to his feet.
"No… No!" The boy roared, conviction radiating from his voice. "Uruk is far from finished!"
A smile crept across the king's face. "Well said!"
The dream came to an end, but not before it showed the king a beautiful sight. The Chains of Heaven, his first true friend, holding back the strength of the Mother of All.
Truly, it was an image that would be forever burned into his memory.
Gilgamesh's eyes fluttered opened as he woke up in that dark church. A dream? How long had it been since he had one of those? And what a strange one it was to. He didn't remember it happening in his life but… he knew it was real. That had happened… that beautiful image.
He was quick to get up out of bed, his clothes materializing on him as he headed for the door of the church. The priest he had found so interesting for a time greeted him, before giving him an odd look, one that Gilgamesh noticed.
"What is it, Kotomine?" Gilgamesh asked, his impatience like an oppressive wave.
"Forgive me, you had an expression like one I have never seen in our ten years together," the priest explained, causing Gilgamesh to pause. His usual smirk covered his face as he let out a boisterous laugh.
"Then rejoice, Kotomine, for your king has graced you with a new expression!" He folded his arms as he stared at the door. "It seems a surplus has appeared, a stargazer from another timeline. I want to see the mongrel and determine if he was worth the effort," the king headed out, not even listening to Kirei's response. His grin went away as he left the church, headed out to the city as the moon shined over the land.
What sort of answer would the being known as Fujimaru Ritsuka have for him? As an ordinary man that had lived in Uruk and lived in modern times, it was a unique perspective. A smile appeared on Gilgamesh's face.
He was sure this would be very entertaining.