Now he stood ready to face the armies of those who had stolen his dearest friend, and his rage was the cold fury of mountains, patient and inexorable.
"Enkidu," he whispered, his voice carrying impossible distances across the battlefield. "My brother. What have they done to you?"
The words hung in the air like a prayer, like a curse, like a promise of retribution.
Across the nightmare landscape, the six contractor armies began their advance, their formations spreading across the volcanic plains like dark ink staining parchment. But something gave StarGazer pause in her calculated assessment of the battlefield dynamics. Her physicist's mind, expanded by the Jade Emperor's cosmic knowledge, processed information at superhuman speeds—but even she couldn't predict what happened next.
