Yi Lin actually hadn't fallen asleep.
His mind was turning over and over again in contemplation.
Thinking about everything related to Uruk.
Thinking about the words King Gilgamesh had said on the scorched earth.
In his heart, he had silently recited Xiao Xi's name countless times, even using Milien's unfailing temptation of gourmet food, but that proud Goddess remained completely unresponsive.
Could it be because this era's Xiao Xi was unfamiliar with him, so she didn't bother to pay him any heed?
With the piercing sound of a horn, Yi Lin helplessly opened his eyes.
They briefly splashed some water on their faces and, with the quickest speed, stepped out of the Temple.
Within the city, the oppressive atmosphere of the eve of battle had already pervaded everything.
Squads of soldiers with solemn faces marched in uniform formation, their steps unwavering as they moved steadily out of the city.
