It wasn't just one person who saw it.
When that roar resounded throughout the city, Gilgamesh's expression changed significantly.
The expression he showed at that moment.
Although it was very similar to the expression he had when he first sensed Enkidu, there was an essential difference.
Gilgamesh, who had always been arrogant.
His eyes revealed emotions that a hero king should not have.
That kind of emotion should be what people who are usually hostile to Gilgamesh would show.
Reflected in his eyes were surprise, anxiety, confusion—and a hint of fear.
Even if it was only for a moment, anyone who saw that scene would come to the same conclusion.
Gilgamesh was indeed frightened when he heard that roar.
In the next second, it was as if time had been accelerated. Gilgamesh, who had been confident of victory from the beginning, froze in place for a few seconds with a stiff expression.
On this battlefield where there was no room for relaxation.
A few seconds was too long.
Long enough to dim the glory of the magnificent hero king, long enough for a heroic spirit to fall.
"Ugh…!"
A poison arrow hit Gilgamesh's shoulder.
Awakening him from his stalemate.
However, eight more arrows came flying from different directions, and he quickly dodged them to avoid being hit in a vital spot.
The gates of the King's Treasure were also firing Noble Phantasms,
attempting to intercept this wave of death sentences.
The conceived tactic was perfect.
However, reality was harsh; Gilgamesh lost his balance after taking a heavy blow from an arrow.
The fired Noble Phantasms only managed to intercept five arrows.
In this seemingly hopeless situation, Gilgamesh was struck by a second and third arrow in his hands and feet.
The last remaining arrow locked onto his spiritual core,
which is the vital point of his chest.
Just as everyone thought he was about to die, Gilgamesh suddenly reached out to the side.
A chilling coldness surged in his blood-red eyes.
The thought of Moran lurking in the shadows, still watching him, made him unable to swallow his anger.
"Damn it… who allowed you to be so presumptuous in front of me!?"
Blood spilled from the corner of Gilgamesh's mouth.
The anger on his proud face did not diminish in the slightest, not at all like someone nearing death.
Even with arrows piercing his hands and feet,
he seemed not to feel the pain, ignoring his injuries as he abruptly raised his right arm to the side.
Golden gates opened to Gilgamesh's right.
Wounds split open, and poisonous blood splattered.
The blood scattered in the air added a touch of tragic grandeur.
"Come! EA, cleanse these thieves for me!"
Gilgamesh grasped the hilt of the Sword of Rupture, Ea.
In that instant, the world lost its color.
As if venting the rage of the supreme king, he sought to wash away this blasphemy with the blood of the world.
The gears of the sword's blade, engraved with divine patterns, spun rapidly.
A blood-colored storm crushed the world itself.
The poisonous arrows roaring towards Gilgamesh didn't even have time to cry out before being crushed by this spatial storm.
The raging storm manifested the tyrant's power,
instantly engulfing a building.
As if mocking modern technology with the most ancient mysteries, it trampled the masterpiece of steel and concrete underfoot.
–Violent and merciless.
The building was shattered into countless fragments, disappearing without warning before people's eyes.
Leaving behind only a pile of rubble,
proving that it once existed here.
"Tel…!"
Gilgamesh stood motionless like a statue.
He couldn't stop vomiting blood, looking utterly disheveled.
The completely destroyed golden armor no longer emitted its majestic light, and his hands and feet, pierced by arrows, were difficult to move.
He continuously pondered everything that had just happened in his mind.
Finally, he understood the truth.
It wasn't Moran who had locked the King's Treasure; he wasn't one to rely on such tactics to determine victory.
Usually, Moran's actions were at most mischievous.
He wouldn't stoop to using such methods to win.
If he were truly trying to scheme, he wouldn't give anyone time to notice.
Moran also wouldn't reuse the same trick.
In his words, "Reusing the same trick is too uninspired; do you think your brother is that tasteless?"
Moran had only locked the King's Treasure once before, so he must know that Gilgamesh would be wary afterward…
The only one who wasn't aware of this, could lock the King's Treasure, and command that monster symbolizing human fear…
Gilgamesh could only think of one person.
That's right, someone who had a deep connection with him and Moran in life.
"I didn't expect you to be so persistent… You… wouldn't have fallen this far, would you!"
Gilgamesh angrily looked at the night sky.
These words weren't directed at Alcides; he wouldn't make the King of Heroes so angry.
After he was struck by several poisonous arrows,
that woman felt there was no need to hide anymore, directly releasing her presence for him to capture and sense.
As if blatantly shouting that the culprit was here.
Her triumph was indescribable.
"Fallen? That's harsh.
The height at which I stand has never changed from the beginning. It is you who have presumptuously regarded yourselves as beings superior to us. Am I wrong?"
An elegant and melodious voice spoke.
It gave people a chill as if they were in an ice cave.
"Moreover, compared to what I have experienced, this is merely a small act of revenge against you."
A beautiful figure appeared in the ruins.
With platinum blonde hair and skin as white as a snowfield, she was immaculate even in the midst of war, even radiant.
Paired with a gorgeous aristocratic dress and pure white garter stockings,
this stunning beauty was enough to captivate the soul.
Gilgamesh didn't recognize the woman with this appearance.
However, he knew the existence within "her" to the point of near disgust.
One could even say he knew her too well.
"Really… to think that you, that vicious woman… almost became my Gilgamesh's sister-in-law… I'm breaking out in a cold sweat. It's a good thing you and Moran didn't end up together…"
Gilgamesh forced a wry smile through the pain.
Even at this point, the King of Heroes remained unruly.
He even had the mind to mock his opponent.
It's true that Gilgamesh's words caused the woman damage no less than his current injuries.
In short, it was tons of damage.