The golden figure that appeared before me radiated an aura so powerful that it seemed to warp the very air around him. His presence was undeniable—ancient, commanding, and filled with a cold majesty that made even Malakaroth hesitate. I knew who this was. I'd read enough lore, and I'd seen enough in my own time as Dravis Granger to recognize him immediately.
The one who gave me the magic pens.
This was Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes. The demigod, and king of Uruk.
Back in the game that I constructed, when players reached the questline involving Armandra, the story would take a drastic turn. The objective wasn't just to kill her; it was to retrieve the body of Chancellor Eliandris, and upon doing so, the Demon King Malakaroth would make his appearance. That was when Gilgamesh would arrive, summoned to put an end to the demon king's plans. The game had always portrayed him as a figure of ultimate power, someone whose mere presence could shift the tides of war.
