The Journey Ends Here
The journey ends here, a place where not even the gods of this universe have managed to tread for eternity. I managed to kill Hitogami, but in return, I ended up becoming the Human God without even asking for it.
Generations later, this blank space remained untamed...
When I could comprehend my power and rule the only world left in that desolate galaxy, I began to improve, and when it became the brightest star, my arrival in that world was announced.
At that moment, I knew that my destiny with that of my wives was destined to intersect once again, and that I could leave this blank space.
"I am here for you now...
In a blank space, Gilgamesh looked down, and a world shining with countless magical colors sparkled in harmony with a voice as calm as the spring wind.
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Three hundred years have passed...
At the top of the majestic ice mountain, a frigid realm reveals itself as the abode of the winter spirits. Here, in this mystical place, icy winds whisper ancient secrets, and the guardians of the cold lurk among the nooks and crannies of the mountain.
Those daring enough to challenge the barriers of this territory will face the wrath of the elements and the relentless vigilance of the eternal spirits composed of true magic.
As one ascends the steep slope, the summit of the mountain reveals itself as a magical sanctuary, where a majestic tower gracefully rises with power. Built of sparkling ice crystals that capture the light of the moon and the northern lights, the tower seems to merge with the essence of the mountain itself.
At the summit, a magical glow illuminates the sky, emanating from an ancient energy source guarded by the winter spirits.
These ethereal beings dance amid the icy gusts, weaving spells that maintain the balance between life and extreme cold. Their ethereal figures shine with silver light, reflecting the purity and serenity of winter in its purest form.
The icy winds roar like jealous guardians, alert to any intruder daring to defile the sanctity of this place. The cutting air whistles with threat, and the crunchy snow underfoot reveals the delicate harmony that must be preserved. Those who defy the will of the winter spirits will face a frozen condemnation, as the guardians will rise in defense of their realm with icy winds that can freeze the soul itself.
The magical tower at the summit, a beacon of ancient power, guards the secrets of the ice mountain. Its crystalline structure radiates magic that blends the beauty and danger of this unexplored corner of eternal winter.
At the top of this ice mountain, where the winter spirits gather, wonder and danger converge in an eternal dance between light and shadow. And from below, a man with long blonde hair and red tattoos looked up with a warm gaze, his slow and light steps unnoticed by the entrance guardians.
"It's very high..." Under the icy and starry sky, the man with hair as golden as sunlight advanced slowly up the ice mountain slope.
His figure shone against the white backdrop of the winter landscape, like a glimmer of warmth amid the icy purity that surrounded him. Every step he took left a deep imprint in the crunchy snow, marking his path to the summit and bringing life to this frigid place.
His blood-red eyes, as bright as ice at twilight, reflected a mix of curiosity and longing. The man seemed destined to defy the majesty of the mountain and delve into the mysteries of the magical tower at the top.
His coat, made of white fabric adorned with silver thread details, fluttered gracefully as he ascended, ignoring the fury of the icy winds trying to divert his path. Every breath of cold air turned into white vapor in his lungs, but the man continued his ascent without hesitation.
He seemed guided by an internal force, as if the mountain's call resonated within him. The moonlight illuminated his face, revealing a serene and determined expression as he approached the threshold of the winter spirits' domains.
The guardians of the cold, alerted by the intrusive presence, intensified their invisible fury. The icy winds increased in intensity, trying to sweep the outsider from their realm. However, the man with blonde hair was not intimidated. His eyes reflected a connection with something beyond the visible, a power that defied the natural laws of the world.
Upon reaching the summit, the magical tower stood imposing before him, its ice crystals twinkling like encapsulated stars. The man reached out towards the tower's door, feeling the resonance of the ancient magic that protected it.
At that moment, the dance of the winter spirits seemed to calm, as if recognizing in him something beyond mere curiosity.
The blonde-haired man, destined to climb the mountain and enter the tower, passed through the magical entrance, immersing himself in the heart of the frozen marvel that awaited inside.
The mountain and its guardians watched attentively as his presence became part of the legend woven by the magical thread of the ice mountain. When he reached a door, he stopped.
"My name is Gilgamesh, and I have come to reunite with my wives..."
In an act of pure magic, the ice crystal door, once impenetrable, began to tremble gently. The intricate patterns carved in the ice came to life, shining with a soft and twinkling light. The contours of the door sharpened, and in the center, a magical symbol began to form, responding to the connection between Gilgamesh and the mountain.
The moment Gilgamesh, with a soft and calm voice, uttered his name in a resonant whisper that echoed in the stillness of the summit.
Saying those words, the door reacted as if recognizing the secret key. Yielding to the will of the visitor, the ice composing it began to melt and transform into a luminous opening.
The door opened elegantly, revealing a landscape illuminated by an inner light flickering in blue and silver tones.
Guided by the magic of his name, Gilgamesh crossed the threshold, entering the magical tower with a mix of anticipation and reverence.
As the door closed behind him, the ice mountain sighed, leaving behind the echo of the mysterious connection between the man and the enchanted sanctuary at the top.
Guided by the flickering light illuminating the tower's interior corridor, Gilgamesh advanced with sure and resonant steps. The magic of the place seemed to welcome him silently, revealing a vast room with a sacred aura that extended to the confines of his thoughts.
In the center of the room lay three majestic coffins carved with ancient symbols and adorned with gleaming gems.
The magnificence of the scene did not escape Gilgamesh, whose eyes reflected surprise and love at the mysterious spectacle unfolding before him. As he approached, the lid of each coffin opened gently, revealing three beautiful women resting in an eternal sleep.
In the first coffin, Gilgamesh contemplated Eris, the goddess of war, whose fiery red hair cascaded around her figure. Her delicate features and imposing presence seemed to emerge from legends of battle, a reminder of strength and courage incarnate.
In the second coffin, Roxy, the goddess of nature, lay in a peaceful sleep. Although her figure was smaller compared to the fiery Eris beside her, she radiated an undeniable connection with the elements. Green leaves and flowers entwined her hair, and the tranquility of her face resonated with the calm and serenity of nature itself.
In the third coffin lay the elegantly poised Elaine with black hair. Her ethereal beauty and delicate features evoked the essence of ancient elven magic.
Gilgamesh felt the special connection that this beautiful elf had with the mystery and elegance of ancient forests.
The three women, who were his wives, awaited in their eternal rest, their presences encapsulating the very essence of life, war, nature, and magic.
The room resonated with a unique harmony, paying homage to the diversity and strength that each represented in the immortal essence itself. Gilgamesh, in the face of this supernatural spectacle, felt like he was back in the past.
"More than three hundred years have passed for me, and it makes me happy that you have decided to wait for me in a deep sleep, my dear wives..." Gilgamesh smiled slightly as each of the beautiful women in the coffins opened their eyes.
Perhaps they cannot live a common life; all of them have ceased to be human and have become true Immortal gods. But if something they have learned from life is that everything can change, especially when love is eternal.
Gilgamesh can say that he enjoyed living once again. He never thought he could live in this way, much less believe that this kind of life, so different from the one he had led in his past life, would exist.
"Now we can live in peace..."