The figure on the throne vanished, reduced to cosmic dust.
Then, the throne itself crumbled into nothingness, and the altar dissolved with a passing breeze.
Had King Gilgash's human life truly ended like this?
"Wait, that's not right."
"Huh? What's wrong, Sister Brunhilde?"
"According to known history, Gilgash lived to old age. If he dies now, the historical divergence would be massive."
As Brunhilde murmured, she fast-forwarded through the records.
What was going on?
After speeding through, Brunhilde's eyes widened slightly in realization.
So that was it.
Babylonian mythology had fabricated a human nad Enkidu—first as Gilgash's close friend, then as his successor ruling Uruk—while subtly rewriting true history.
Then why didn't the gods simply modify human mories directly?
The reason is that altering mories on such a massive scale would constitute severe interference with human history, making other pantheons visiting to observe humanity's progress notice sothing amiss.
Moreover, according to the original projections, Gilgash had a significant influence on Uruk and the surrounding city-states, and even humans in regions under other pantheons had heard of such a king.
For him to suddenly die would seem suspicious, wouldn't it?
Thus, the Babylonian pantheon created Enkidu to replace Gilgash, installing him after Gilgash vanished due to divine punishnt.
To the people of Uruk, it appeared that Gilgash had rely suffered divine retribution to so degree—not that he had died.
Then, decades later when other pantheons ca to observe, under Enkidu's rule, the original deicide incident had already been distorted into myth. Through subtle ntal conditioning, people had nearly forgotten such an event had ever occurred.
As a result, other pantheons remained completely unaware that a chief god of the Babylonian pantheon had been slain by a human in the mortal world.
It was an utterly humiliating disgrace, one they naturally didn't want exposed—lest they beco the laughingstock of the divine realms.
Later, Enkidu, having fulfilled his role as a substitute, was welcod into the heavenly realm by the gods, becoming what was known as a demigod.
So, this fake Gilgash—the reason he had never been seen in the heavenly realms was likely because he had been confined within the Babylonian pantheon's territory the entire ti.
They must have feared that too much contact with gods from other pantheons would reveal sothing off.
"Then, how exactly did King Gilgash manage to kill Anu, the Sky God?"
Rubbing her temples, Brunhilde muttered in frustration.
Even after traveling through ti, the Babylonian pantheon had found nothing unusual.
In truth, had other gods been present beside Anu at the ti and touched Gilgash's chains and spear imdiately, they would have detected the anomaly.
But by the ti they acted, the one-ti effect of the Noble Phantasm had already faded, leaving behind ordinary weapons.
Even if they traveled back in ti to examine them now, they would find nothing but mundane armants.
"How was it done?"
Brunhilde bit her thumb in vexation. If only she could uncover the thod of deicide.
The only way to know for sure would be to ask Gilgash himself.
But alas, Gilgash had long since turned to cosmic dust—impossible to summon.
Even if she returned to the era when he was still alive, she wouldn't be able to speak with him—the real Gilgash was already dead, and what remained was rely a historical imprint.
"No!"
Sothing wasn't right!
Brunhilde felt as though she had overlooked sothing—sothing critically important.
"Sister Brunhilde, are you planning to return to the past again? Even if we could converse with King Gilgash, it's already established history for us. No matter how much we interfere, the world's forces will just correct the course back to normal. Besides, King Gilgash is too perceptive—he actually noticed us observing him across ti and space. If we appear before him, he might just kill us without hesitation, so—"
At this point, Göll was startled as Brunhilde suddenly lunged forward and gripped her shoulders.
"What did you just say, Göll?!"
"Huh? Uh, I an... Gilgash might attack us—"
"Not that part! Earlier, what did you say?"
Brunhilde felt she was on the verge of grasping the anomaly, and the answer lay in Göll's earlier words.
"Earlier? That King Gilgash is too perceptive and can sense us observing him across ti and space..."
Göll shrank back slightly. Sister Brunhilde looked terrifying right now, and her grip on her shoulders was painfully tight.
"Yes, yes! That's it! He can sense us observing him across ti and space... Hahaha!"
Finally understanding the nature of the anomaly, Brunhilde laughed—a laugh brimming with delight.
The gods hadn't even noticed this irregularity. Were they too arrogant, too careless, too negligent, or simply too foolish?
"What's wrong, Sister Brunhilde?"
Seeing her elder sister laughing so eerily, Göll couldn't help but worry.
Was the pressure of opposing the gods becoming too much? Had it affected her sanity?
"Hmm, excellent, Göll. You've helped realize sothing fortunate."
"Fortunate?"
Tilting her head, Göll looked utterly confused.
"Yes, and that is—!"
Brunhilde's eyes seed to gleam as she spoke.
"Is... what?"
"King Gilgash hasn't truly turned to cosmic dust."
"Cosmic dust? I don't understand..."
"It's like the sky god Anu—once dead, no ans of resurrection can bring him back."
Her youngest sister clearly hadn't grasped the full power of the divine punishnt that could utterly erase soone from existence.
Göll still naively believed they could warn or even summon Gilgash.
Well, now that Brunhilde had identified the anomaly, summoning might still be possible.
So what was the anomaly? The fact that Gilgash could sense them observing him across ti and space.
Logically, after being struck by divine punishnt, Gilgash should have been reduced to cosmic dust. The Gilgash they observed in the past should have been nothing more than an image.
If it were just an image, he shouldn't have been able to sense their observation.
The fact that he could ant one thing: Gilgash hadn't completely turned to cosmic dust.
His physical form had been annihilated, reduced to dust, but his soul still existed in this universe—it hadn't turned to ashes.
"Hahaha!"
As long as his soul remained, summoning was still possible.
Glancing at the ti, Brunhilde hadn't expected selecting the first person would take this long.
If every candidate takes this much ti before the Ragnarök battle begins, she'd probably have to start the match after just recruiting two or three more.
But for now, let's try summoning Gilgash first.
Alright, here we go!
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