Her divinity was weakening at an extrely fast rate.
Whether it was the shadows or Enkidu’s harpoons, their plundering speed was far less than this.
It was like a cuckoo occupying a magpie’s nest.
Everything that Ishtar had worked so hard to build was turning into soone else’s wedding dress, and she also figured out the mastermind behind all of this.
"Moran...?"
Ishtar gritted her silver teeth and said resentfully.
Excessive anger made it almost impossible for her to think, and the blazing fire was burning away the little reason she had left.
By sensing the situation inside the temple.
She saw Moran unfolding the ritual to perform the summoning.
"Although I’m a little sorry, I said that I would accept all the moves you used. Ishtar, the current state of humanity has not yet reached the point where you need to reach out and control it."
Moran’s voice, transmitted through the helt, carried a bit of nostalgia.
There was no hostility towards the enemy.
Even when he was dealing with the Wrath of the Gods in his lifeti, he did not have much resentnt towards Ishtar.
However, Ishtar’s side was different.
The basic foundation she had worked hard to prepare was taken away by Moran, and her divinity and power were weakening at an extrely fast rate.
At this mont, her beautiful eyes were full of anger.
It was as if she wanted to tear Moran apart here.
Before she could vent her anger.
Ereshkigal’s spirit spear ca one after another, and Ishtar had to swing her war hamr to block it.
However, her divinity had weakened too much.
She could no longer compete with Ereshkigal.
"Bastard, bastard...! It’s like this again...! Do you have to destroy everything like this to be satisfied!? Is it to make live more miserably than everyone else!?"
Ishtar bit her vermilion lips unwillingly.
Her ruby-like beautiful eyes seed to be covered with a layer of mist, making people want to sympathize with her.
This was even worse than the situation in her lifeti.
She didn’t even have the chance to face Moran and give him divine punishnt, and the revenge she had finally co up with was disintegrated again.
She was so aggrieved that she wanted to cry.
From ancient tis to the present, no one has been able to bully Ishtar like this, and at the sa ti make her so helpless.
"Why, why...! It’s clearly your problem! It’s clearly that you’re too much! It’s clearly the first ti I’ve liked soone so much... How can you let fall into pain like this after I finally like you...? It’s too bullying, it’s too bullying—!"
Ishtar was like a girl whose emotions had burst, uncontrollably telling the pain in her heart.
Especially when facing Ereshkigal.
Thinking of the situation when she and her were welcoming the end of the age of gods, the other party was saying goodbye to the age of gods in happiness, while she was leaving the age of gods with jealousy and resentnt.
They were clearly sister gods, but they were so different.
Ishtar naturally couldn’t accept it.
"...Ishtar."
Ereshkigal couldn’t help but be moved.
At the sa ti, she inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable.
She and Ishtar have the sa origin.
They are also sister gods with the sa divinity, and even if they manifest, they will most likely manifest together.
Therefore, there is an invisible and inexplicable connection.
She could feel the wailing from Ishtar’s heart at this mont.
Even in the past, it was like this.
Although Ereshkigal didn’t like Ishtar very much, it wasn’t to the point where she wanted to make the other party’s soul fly away.
No matter what, they were sisters born together.
Ereshkigal’s dislike stemd from the envy and jealousy she felt gazing at the sky from the Underworld.
—So high above, enjoying the earth and sky’s bounty.
—Yet, so inactive.
—Not at all how a god should be; with that radiance, she could do so much better...
—If it were , I could do better than her...!
It was based on this idea that Ereshkigal harbored a natural negativity towards Ishtar.
And Ishtar was much the sa.
Watching Ereshkigal, her other half, impose such harsh restrictions...
Living day in and day out in the dark depths.
Bearing that unbearably laborious fate.
The first ti Ishtar heard of Ereshkigal, she felt the sa aversion.
Believing she had to do sothing about it.
—As my other half, she should shine brighter.
These were the initial thoughts of the two sisters.
And the reason they initially treated each other with malice, starting from a place of wanting the other to be better.
However, no one taught the gods how to act, and even expressing goodwill went awry.
This led to their relationship worsening.
Later, Ereshkigal fell in love with Moran, and together they transford the Underworld into the warst of afterlifes.
The two sisters fell in love with the sa man.
Unsurprisingly, conflict arose.
And ultimately, they headed towards an inevitable split.
As the goddess of the Underworld, surrounded by happiness until the Age of Gods faded away, Ereshkigal was imnsely grateful for everything.
Grateful for the world that allowed her to encounter love.
Grateful for Moran, who loved her.
Grateful for the many souls in the Underworld who accompanied and supported her.
Her only regret was—
That Ishtar never found peace, and was ultimately consud by hatred and resentnt.
As her other half, Ereshkigal understood this very well.
Although Ishtar was willful, that was true.
But, no matter what, the love between her and Moran was genuine.
Ereshkigal even felt that.
Moran’s love for Ishtar was no less than his love for her.
—Was there no better way?
Looking at her other half, consud by hatred and resentnt, and then at herself, who had ultimately obtained all happiness.
If she couldn’t sense Ishtar’s heart, it would be one thing.
But, they shared the sa divinity.
Ereshkigal, with her inherently kind heart, couldn’t ignore it, and had always harbored this guilt.
Now, seeing Ishtar’s emotions break down and tears flow, the feelings hidden deep within her were also drawn out.
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