The binding of Enkidu had cost more than Gilgamesh's blood—it had cost precious time and momentum. Even as the wild man knelt cradled in earth and light, his divine corruption flickering like dying embers, the contractor armies pressed their advantage with the ruthless efficiency of predators sensing wounded prey.
StarGazer's remaining Taoist immortals had regrouped, their celestial techniques painting aurora across the hellish sky as they advanced in perfect formation. Pharaoh's bronze-armored warriors moved like clockwork soldiers, their enchanted weapons gleaming with the authority of ages. LonelyWolf's Babylonian cavalry thundered across the volcanic plain, their mounts' hooves striking sparks from obsidian stone.
