"Has it always been like this, and is it right? Your friend Enkidu, since his birth, quelled your tyranny in Uruk, guided you onto the right path; eradicated the unruly Cedar Beast Humbaba; stopped the rampage of the Heavenly Bull... During all this, he saved countless sufferers from misery, yet in the end, was judged by the gods, and died of exhaustion. What did he do wrong? Was it merely because he was weak?"
Luo En sneered and retorted.
Gilgamesh was speechless, his face dark and murky like stagnant water.
If the one who died was him, given his character and experience, there would be nothing to say.
But in a twist, the gods chose to punish his friend, making him a pawn in the divine authority struggle.
Clearly, that green figure was so gentle, so kind, never willing to hurt innocent life.
Seeing Gilgamesh moved by these words, Luo En candidly shared his opinion:
