In the blink of an eye, Yi Lin watched as Goddess Xi disappeared from sight.
Far away in the sky, a sheet of dazzling aurora descended.
The aurora unfurled like a curtain of seven-colored light, swaying gently across the heavens.
Yi Lin looked up at the radiant display overhead. There was no trace of any figure, only a beautiful mirage of colors.
Gilgamesh offered an explanation: "In the war of gods, only gods have the privilege to witness it. Neither you nor I, mortal or king, are qualified."
Yi Lin asked with surprise: "You mean Goddess Xi and that… god are fighting?"
"That's a fake god, borrowing the power of 'Dominance' to block us—an impostor."
With those words,
Gilgamesh let out a breath and soared into the sky.
"Where are you going?"
Yi Lin couldn't hold back his question as he stared at Gilgamesh's retreating figure.
