His transformation was irreversible.

  He had thrown away his final card.

  Having completely lost his humanity, he unleashed a mindless, bestial roar.

  With that roar, an overwhelming cold swept over the soldiers. They were turned

  into blocks of ice without even having time to scream.

  As Kashirgal cast himself aside, Abarkash likewise resolved himself to

  death.

  He wrapped himself in a circular shield of sand and began gathering his power.

  Soon, a massive sand vortex rose across the battlefield, flinging both enemies

  and allies alike into the air.

  With freezing cold and the vortex combined—an irresistible calamity—the

  generals and kings stood stunned, unable to react.

  “Pull the troops back immediately! Get a hold of yourself, Commander!”

  At Elaton’s shout, the supreme commander Namur Bel came to his senses and

  urgently ordered a retreat.

  The kings and generals followed suit, issuing retreat orders in perfect

  coordination.

  The soldiers withdrew quickly, but even so, many were lost to the cold and the

  vortex.

  Tamar created massive vines indiscriminately, trying to bind Kashirgal as he

  advanced while spewing cold in all directions.

  However, the vines were living beings. The instant they froze, they lost their

  strength and shattered into pieces.

  As Kashirgal and Abarkash’s vortex rushed toward the five siblings, a calm

  voice spoke from behind them.

  “Why do you try to bear everything yourselves?”

  It was the High Priest of Enlil.

  The high priests and priests of the five nations had stepped forward, resolved

  to fight together.

  When the apostles of Enlil (the god of air and wind) from Kish summoned a

  raging gale, the cold weakened and the advance of the vortex slowed.

  The apostles of Gibil (the god of fire, flame, and forging) from Ur gathered

  all their power and infused Eshiel with flame.

  The apostles of Ninhursag (the goddess of earth) from Lursag breathed blessings

  into Elaton’s hammer, restoring its damage and increasing its strength and

  weight.

  The apostles of Ningirsu (the god of war, justice, and guardianship) from

  Lagash bestowed blessings upon the five siblings, enhancing their power and

  defense.

  With the priests lending their strength, the five siblings were able to

  reform their lines.

  Tamar intertwined countless vines to create a massive protective shelter that

  shielded the priests and Riana.

  The shelter protected everyone from the vortex and the cold.

  Riana poured her power into Elaton, maximizing his monstrous strength.

  Tamar’s vines wrapped around Elaton, spun him like a siege engine, and hurled

  him toward Kashirgal.

  The instant the dragon’s face filled Elaton’s vision as he tore through the air—

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  BOOM!

  The mountain-sized dragon’s head reeled.

  Elaton’s strike had landed.

  With the priests’ blessings and Riana’s power combined, he displayed strength

  surpassing even that of an ancient giant.

  He drove his spear deep into the dragon’s hard scales, then lashed his own body

  to the spear like a rope.

  With all his might, he began hammering Kashirgal’s head repeatedly.

  The colossal dragon thrashed in pain, trying to shake him off, but Elaton—his

  body already secured—did not stop his assault.

  With a deafening roar, Kashirgal began releasing explosive cold from his

  entire body.

  In an instant, everything around them started to freeze, and Elaton was no

  exception.

  Just as Elaton was encased in ice and came to a halt, a scorching heat swept

  in.

  Bennu, having received all of Eshiel’s power, had grown gigantic and flown in

  to oppose the cold.

  Amid the clash of fire and ice, Elaton revived once more and gathered all his

  strength.

  Then he delivered the final blow.

  “RAAAAH!”

  BOOM!

  The great dragon’s head began to sway violently from side to side.

  Its body, having lost balance, slowly tilted forward.

  Then, with a thunderous crash like a collapsing mountain, Kashirgal’s massive

  body fell to the ground.

  His huge eyes stared at the sky for a moment before his eyelids slowly closed.

  It was the end of the Beast King who had spoken so often of honor.

  When Kashirgal fell, a roar of triumph erupted from the allied forces.

  The Uruk army, having lost both king and generals, broke and fled in all

  directions, their fighting spirit gone.

  Seeing that the battle was hopeless, Abarkash stopped his spell, formed

  floating masses of sand around himself, and retreated into the city.

  Eshiel spotted him fleeing and launched a strike, but the arrow lost its power

  over the long distance and was blocked by Abarkash’s sand shield.

  The last general of Uruk disappeared calmly into the city.

  Elaton, battered and broken, climbed down from Kashirgal’s enormous corpse.

  Covered in blood and ice, he slowly raised his hammer and shouted with all the

  strength he had left.

  “Advance, all forces! Begin the siege of Uruk!”

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