Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa————!!!
The cry that shook the world became a storm, sweeping across all of Uruk.
In that instant, everyone in Uruk saw it.
They saw the colossal figure emerging beyond Uruk, advancing with the black tide.
That figure was monstrous.
That figure was terrifying.
As though Doomsday itself had taken form as a beast, appearing before mortal eyes. Within Uruk, Servants, humans, and even demons trembled alike.
"That is… Tiamat…?"
Only now did all truly understand the existence they were about to challenge.
And the moment they understood, their hearts trembled.
Inevitably, one thought arose in all their minds.
"Something like that… how could it ever be fought…?"
That was the first thought born in every heart.
Terror.
Fear.
Doubt.
Despair.
Emotions of every kind welled up.
Until—
"What are you fools dawdling for!?"
A furious roar rang in every ear.
"Frightened, are you?"
"Shaken, are you?"
"Then look well!"
"Look closely at the figure standing on the wall—has he faltered even an inch!?"
At those words, all of Uruk instinctively lifted their heads, gazing upon the city's wall.
There stood a figure, infinitely small compared to Tiamat—so small it could barely be seen. Yet he faced Tiamat directly.
Though his silhouette was hard to discern, all seemed to see his eyes lift, his gaze fearless.
Though his body was frail compared to the enormity before him, all seemed to sense the straightness of his back, the posture of one standing as tall as heaven and earth.
The King's voice thundered through Uruk.
"Behold! That is the figure of the warrior who will face humanity's greatest calamity head-on—the true form of a hero!"
"He does not falter! And you—hiding behind him, tasked only with cleaning up the rabble—what right do you have to tremble!?"
"Raise your heads!"
"Grip your weapons tightly!"
"So long as he stands unfallen, I will permit no retreat!"
His words blazed like fire, surging into every heart, igniting them.
"""""————!!!"""""
Another roar shook the heavens.
And in the next moment, all of them surged forth, bellowing as they charged the Laḫmu, who themselves were staggered by the cry.
"Haaaaahhhh!"
Mash raised her shield, shouting as she crashed into the enemy like a war chariot, blasting away countless foes.
Artoria [Alter] silently lifted her holy sword, cleaving down with a torrent of black light that vaporized Laḫmu instantly.
Jeanne [Alter] raised the banner, unleashing flames that turned the battlefield into a sea of fire.
Hassan of Serenity flitted through the ranks, a poisonous bloom scattering venom wherever she passed.
Even Ishtar blazed forth, streaking like a comet as volleys of radiant blasts exploded, scattering countless Laḫmu.
"Looks like this big sister can't afford to slack either."
Quetzalcoatl smiled, her body igniting in flames.
As the chief deity of South America, the Sun God herself revealed her authority.
"OHHH! I'm burning too! No flames, but the great beast of the South—Jaguar Man—goes jaguar now!"
Jaguar Man howled, body glowing with light.
The deities of the South revealed their true strength, charging into the fray.
As for Nobunaga and Ryougi Shiki—they found their destined foes.
"Much as I'd love to rampage freely, well… we had ties once. Since you stand on that side now, it falls to me to take you down."
Nobunaga, body wreathed in flame, hair turned crimson, laughed recklessly as she turned—
—to find the executioner, sword in hand, standing before her.
"…Still able to laugh, are you, Nobu?"
Okita spoke coldly.
"Why not? Should I not laugh?" Nobunaga grinned wildly. "The more dire, the more amusing—if I can't laugh in such times, what right have I to speak of Tenka Fubu?"
"That so?" Okita smiled too—yet her smile was edged in bloodlust, her sword rising. "Then I'll lop off your head, split your mouth, and we'll see if you can still laugh."
The two locked eyes—then, in the next instant, charged each other.
Meanwhile, on another battlefield, Ryougi Shiki's ice-blue Mystic Eyes of Death Perception gleamed as she advanced.
Her opponent staggered back, fury etched on her face.
"Damn you! What kind of Servant are you!?"
Ushiwakamaru's expression twisted, her hand clutching a broken blade.
A blade just severed by Shiki.
When Ushiwakamaru appeared in Uruk, intent on reaching the Divine Tower, Shiki had emerged in silence, cutting her blade down in a single clash.
"You were once Uruk's Servant, known to many here. Against you, others would struggle, wouldn't they?" Shiki said flatly. "So it falls to me to kill you."
"Arrogant!" Ushiwakamaru laughed furiously, shouting: "Then try it, if you can, you third-rate Servant!"
She charged without retreat.
Shiki met her head-on, fearless.
Across every corner of Uruk, fierce battles ignited.
Atop the Divine Tower, Gilgamesh gazed upon the sight, smiling with satisfaction.
"As the final war, this spectacle befits Uruk."
Turning, he looked aside.
"And as expected—my true opponent, past or present, has ever been only you."
As he spoke, a figure descended from the sky, landing before him.
"Opponent?" Kingu glared at Gilgamesh, a sneer twisting into scorn. "No. I came to kill you—to give you a vile, shameful death, O foolish king of Uruk."
Yet Gilgamesh did not rage. No longer lofty, his voice was calm, almost conversational.
"A slave fallen to a beast, dressing yourself as divine child or new humanity—yet only to strut before me? Since when were you so fond of petty amusements, Enkidu?"
At that name, Kingu's face contorted.
"I am not Enkidu!"
He roared, golden ripples bursting around him as bolts of lightning erupted, light flaring from all sides.
"Hmph!"
Gilgamesh smirked, golden ripples blooming in kind as treasures emerged, surging with immense mana.
BOOM!
Explosion burst atop the Divine Tower.
And the war of myth resumed once more.