Gilgamesh carried the man who was about to lose all his strength on his back and said firmly.
He is not the king of Uruk now, nor the wedge of heaven.
He is just a man who wants to save his friend's life.
Ananu's consciousness has not yet returned, and she lies on Gilgamesh's back.
But his hands were clenched tightly.
He held a handful of soil in his hand.
That was the last thing Enkidu had left in his hands.
Gilgamesh lifted Ananu upwards and turned to look at Siduri and Shamhat.
The rain streaked across his cheeks, and neither Siduri nor Shamhat could see the traces of Gilgamesh's tears.
But Gilgamesh's eyes are red.
"Take care of Uruk and wait for me to come back." His voice was still trembling.
Shamhat no longer had the strength to stand, and only Siduli clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and nodded vigorously.
This is...Enkidu's request.
She had to, she had to... do it.
For this city, for King Gilgamesh...!
Gilgamesh looked at Siduri, nodded slightly, and then turned around.
The rain wet his hair, and also Ananu's hair.
Ananu's chin rested on Gilgamesh's shoulder. Although their hair colors were similar, when seen together, there was still a big difference.
Jill's hair is so vibrant, like gold. Even if it is wet with rain, it still reflects light and looks as if it will always be so noble and handsome.
And Ananu's hair is like the fallen leaves in autumn. Although it is also yellow, it is old yellow.
Just like rolling in the wind, snorkeling in the waves, being blown away, and being submerged, it represents the impending passing.
Ananu corresponds to Enkidu, just like they are both incarnations of nature.
Enkidu is the young green, while Ananu is the dying yellow.
Now, the world has lost that crisp green shoot.
The only fate of the already withered and yellow leaves is to be shattered in the wind.
But some people are unwilling to believe in fate.
Enkidu has been lost, and Gilgamesh's chest hurts as if it is about to be torn open, but he must act, there is still something he can do.
Even if nothing is accomplished in the end, even if it will definitely fail in the end, even if, even -
Gilgamesh still has to do it.
He can't lose anymore.
He had already lost a close friend and could not afford to lose another.
Ananu and Enkidu are the straw in his confused life, they are his only two, and they are essentially the only ones.
Just as Ananu and Enkidu were willing to do anything for him and Uruk, he was willing to do anything for Ananu and Enkidu.
Ananu's white robe stuck to his body because of the rain. The rain flowed through his body, taking away a little of his body temperature, and then fell to the ground along his dirty toes.
Gilgamesh walked firmly and quickly towards the entrance to the underworld he knew.
Ananu occasionally regained some consciousness and asked him.
"Jill...where are we going..."
"Go to Enkidu...?"
"Um."
Gilgamesh listened to Ananu's words and just cried silently to make his voice sound less sad, and then nodded gently.
He has never been a person who is good at comforting others, not to mention that he himself is in great grief.
Ishtar returned to Uruk and did not see Gilgamesh. Nanshe returned to Uruk and did not see Gilgamesh and Ananu.
As a consul, Siduri temporarily replaced King Gilgamesh to govern Uruk, Kurgalu and Galatulu, and Adkart would be her helper. As for Shamhat, in Iraq
After Shitar returned, she assumed the responsibility of the high priest of Siduri and continued to preside over matters related to the gods.
The hero who fought off the natural disaster for us is now killed by the gods?
This confusing concept rushed into the hearts of all Uruk people.
Ishtar did not stay in Uruk long, she was going to find something that could overturn Enlil's rule.
After experiencing many events, although Ishtar is still arrogant and self-righteous, her eyes have become clearer.
She knew what happened to her, who was behind it, and who her enemy was. After all, the mistress of the sky and the mistress of the earth were just titles. It was not her turn to make the decision in this world. Of course, she didn't do it now either.
Why do you want to make the decision?
Power is not her greed, all eternal freedom, being able to protect important people and things, is what she wants to do now.
Looking at King Gilgamesh walking on the land of Mesopotamia with Annanu, whose life was gradually passing away, she saw herself mourning for Ninshubul in her eyes.
For this reason, she specially used Ma Anna to carry Gilgamesh aboard. Gilgamesh could only use the power of the Sword of Disobedience to briefly lift into the air. He himself could not fly.
And Nan She...
She followed Gilgamesh and kept following.
What should I do if Ananu dies?
This is the first time Nan She has thought about such a problem.
He was confused, heartbroken, and in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. Even if the dry land around him cracked, Nanshe didn't feel it.
She just followed from a distance and watched Ananu's figure being carried on Gilgamesh's back, and followed him.
If you have never received some things, you will never know how precious they are to you.
This is not paralysis, but...a kind of greed.
But now, Nan She is about to lose this thing.
Losing this, the only person I fell in love with in my long life.
But she knew that as a god, she was no longer qualified to stand by his side.
She could only stay far away and watch him pass away step by step.
When Enki cannot find a chance to wash the words on the clay tablet of destiny, the words will definitely become reality. Ananu can survive until now only because Ereshkigal planted it in the underworld.
How many flowers of Ananus did it take for this little thing to survive.
Nan She couldn't help but think so sometimes.
I am already like this.
How desperate was Ereshkigal?
The dead flowers that fill the underworld...
"Gil..." Ananu opened his mouth.
His eyes were covered by hair, his lips were chapped, and his body was extremely thin.
The powerful feeling in the past was gone. Everything was telling Gilgamesh a fact.