The air in Camelot was unusually thick that evening.
Rumors of Gilgamesh's invitation had already begun to swirl among the guards, and by the time Ha Joon stood before the grand doors of the castle's throne room, he felt the curiosity weighing heavily on everyone.
His eyes settled on the messenger—a young man dressed in a brilliant, flowing robe.
The insignia of Uruk, an intricate design that glimmered with gold thread, was emblazoned on his chest.
Despite the journey, he appeared untouched by travel, as though he carried some of his queen's divine protection. His eyes held a calm fierceness, a sense of loyalty and dedication.
The messenger bowed before Ha Joon, his head low, but his voice steady.
"My lord, I am a humble servant of Gilgamesh, Queen of Heroes, Ruler of Uruk. She invites you, Queen Artoria, and any worthy companions to a feast in her honor, a celebration befitting heroes of your stature."
