Chapter Twenty – A New Path
Gilgamesh stood alone in the center of the stone circle, his gaze fixed on the spot where the figures had disappeared. The stillness of the moment was deafening, and yet, it was peaceful.
His journey had brought him to this place—this threshold of past and future. And for the first time in many lifetimes, he felt like the world was not passing him by.
Fern and Stark approached cautiously, their eyes wide with awe and confusion.
"Did you…" Fern started, but she struggled to find the words. "What was that? Who were they?"
"They were echoes of my kingdom," Gilgamesh said, his voice distant. "Fragments of my past. They were not real, but they were not illusions, either. They were remnants of a time long gone."
"And now?" Stark asked, still unsure what to make of the encounter.
"Now, we move forward," Gilgamesh replied, his gaze turning back toward the horizon. "The past cannot be changed. But the future is still waiting."
He stepped away from the pillar, his footsteps steady and sure. The path ahead was unclear, but Gilgamesh knew one thing: He had already walked through eternity. And whatever came next would be just another chapter in his endless story.
As the group began to make their way down the mountain, Gilgamesh felt something stir within him—a faint sense of purpose. The world had changed in his absence, but he had changed, too. And now, he would walk this world once more.
It was time to find what awaited him.