As she was about to crush him again, she could see like a divine lightning was coming from his chest. Maybe, it was not a simple matter of taking after friends. But the matter of life was the unique perfection that he could actually give. Inevitability had been reduced to O. however, it was being twisted through divinity, Chaos, order, and nothing. It was like the very nature had become against Ananke. This data was no longer visible for Ananke. There was more than this: she could see mythological creatures in the eyes of Gilgamesh. She just got away from Gilgamesh as if she had been disgusted by the energy he was emitting. After all, it was not normal to see this kind of display.
Ananke's voice slithered through the void, a chorus of grinding inevitabilities that no one could actually see. It was like she was the refraction of whole universe
"Foolish ephemera. I am the must-be. Your system is but a fleeting glitch in my weave. Submit. There is nothing to Gilgamesh. Your new resolve will not solve your problems. After all, that is stupid to even think the way you have been exploiting the way no one can crack the future of civilization" Her coils lashed out, chains of pure necessity erupting like black-hole whips like my friend who faps at nine pm, each link a law of physics rewritten to crush the most pathetic lazy fucks like Fist. That said, The first strike warped space itself, compressing the distance between them to zero in an instant—Inevitability Lash! DAMNATION OF CHAOS AND IMMORTAL TEMPTATION!
Gilgamesh's instincts fired like a quirk on overdrive that very few girls have when posting their pics on IG. "Hah! Too slow! You are just a woman. FUCK WOMEN" He blurred forward in a burst of pilfered Hermes Speed Quirk that could be similar to his alpha energy that everyone could dream of, feet igniting with golden afterimages as he dodged the chains by a hair's breadth that very few men could actually have because of their laziness. Moreover, The lash grazed his pauldron, and reality squeezed like a dog with his favorite, trying to take it from a baby—his arm nearly folding in on itself like origami under gravity's boot as if he were on face between choosing his own mother or his girlfriend to go for dinner.
Damn, that's no joke like the one that Doe makes about his youtube channel. Feels like the world's telling me to quit. But pain was fuel for him like those milkers of those girls that Doe looks at on a daily basis. However, he countered with a casual flick as if he were a behemoth, summoning from his Gate of Babylon a hail of Noble Phantasms laced with Enkidu Chains that he had long forgotten because of the last battle he had had with his best friend—divine bindings he'd "borrowed" from his old friend's essence, now supercharged by the system. ETERNAL RECHARGE!
Based on what was seen, the chains rocketed out as rocket going through the sky , coiling like living serpents toward Ananke's form. "Eat this BITCH—Babylon Barrage: God-Breaker Volley of a thousand demonic monarchs!" Explosions bloomed as the weapons impacted like those summer days that you cannot forget at the beach with beautiful girl or guy that you could not get laid with, each one detonating with ki-infused blasts stolen from a fallen sun-god that was a mere reflection of the psyche, carving glowing craters into her scales that she had absorbed.
Ananke recoiled with a hiss that echoed across dimensions because of her ultimate essence, her body regenerating in threads of dark energy like the dirt of Asmongolds room. Regen quirk like the underworld gods? Nah. NO! that's straight primordial bullshit, Gilgamesh thought the very greatness of life, sweat beading on his brow in the quanitity of life for what he could do in the uniqueness of what he called the one. But the system chimed: [Minor Divine Essence Absorbed: +5% Chain Resistance. Unlocked Perk: Echo Lash.]
As she did this, She struck back harder, her form expanding into a vortex of compulsion. "You will kneel. You think you are a philosopher, but you are just a child with delirious thoughts" The air thickened, gravity spiking to black-hole levels that you could see in the favourite hole of yours… I mean, the farm of life—Compulsion Vortex! Gilgamesh felt his knees buckle like girls crying for mercy, muscles screaming as if every atom demanded submission from a pedestalized girls for the illusional phase of life and death . It was like a villain's quirk dialed to infinity, sapping his will, forcing his body to betray him. His vision blurred, the golden king's legendary pride cracking under the weight. "Nngh... not... today!" He roared, channeling raw ki into a Kamehameha Surge he'd ripped from a slain storm-deity's soul—blue-white energy spiraling from his palms, a beam thick as a skyscraper that pushed against the vortex.
But this energy could not actually touch her. He used casuality to drop any fuel or energy that he could use. Instead, she used infinity and eternity to shield herself. This actually made everything predictable. In a final attack, he nullified the attack that she could actually use for the atonement that she was looking for.
Anake: You never loved me. Now, go away. Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a man's sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions. Tell me what a man finds sexually attractive and I will tell you his entire philosophy on life. Show me the woman he sleeps with and I will tell you his valuation of himself. No matter what corruption he's taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which he cannot perform for any motive but his own enjoyment–just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity!–an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exaltation, only in confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. That could be the same about you. For it is no surprise you could dream of me.
CLASH!
BAM! BAM!
CLASH!
BAM! BAM!
BOOOOM!