"This is it... Everyone! To your stations! We're beginning the analysis of the Holy Grail! We're pinning down the coordinates for the Temple of Time!"
"Understood! ...Director."
"It's alright. No matter what's waiting for us there, we won't stop."
"..."
"Once Rikka and the others return and have had a day's rest—we begin the final battle to reclaim Human Order!!"
The Festival of Life
The curtain fell on the battle for Uruk's survival. With the completion of the "Mother-Child Gratitude Operation" and the departure of Beast II, humanity claimed its victory.
By uniting the world's strength to defeat the Primordial Mother, the people proved that they were a species capable of crossing seven Singularities and expanding their history across this azure planet.
The path to the Demon King and the Temple of Time lay open. Chaldea's war was moving toward its final stage.
But before that... there was one last thing to be done.
"Come on! Everyone, sing! Party! Raise your voices to the heavens!"
In the midst of joy, they sang. They celebrated. They feasted.
"""""IT'S FESTIVAL TIME————!!!"""""
Within that happiness lay the ritual of parting—the final ceremony to close the book on a Singularity.
"Step right up! Marduk-brand Ale! All you can drink! It's an open bar!"
"Butter cakes for everyone! Don't miss out on this chance!"
"She's not just scary! We've got mini-Tiamat clay dolls! They're adorable! Gugalanna and Azi Dahaka versions too! Come and get 'em!"
"Flowers of gratitude! Flowers of joy! Let's share these feelings together... sniff... everyone, together!"
"The market is having a massive clearance sale! Make some noise! We're alive—we're really alive!!"
The people of Uruk swarmed the streets, a chaotic tide of laughter and celebration. Uruk had transformed from a Fortress of War into a City of Festivals. They sang of joy, celebrated their survival, and gave thanks for the future. With tears in their eyes and arms around each other's shoulders, they roared in unison.
"Long live King Gilgamesh!! Long live the King!!"
"O Lord Marduk! Thank you... thank you...!"
"Lady Tiamat! We'll do our best! we'll live our lives to the absolute fullest!"
"Azi-Dahaka-Rikka! You were so cool!!"
"People of the Bluin Tribe—!! Come back to Uruk again! We'll be waiting for you!!"
The sky shook with their voices. It was the pulse of life overcoming ruin and grief. The clamor showed no sign of stopping. A bustling noise loud enough to reach the stars—a feast of gratitude dedicated to the Mother.
The King's "Rest"
The Ziggurat was equally lively, overflowing with the voices of the people.
"King Gilgamesh! A tablet of gratitude from the priesthood!"
"King Gilgamesh! This is the sacrificial meat!"
"King Gilgamesh! Fruit offered to the God Marduk!"
"Enough! This is not the 'commotion' I envisioned! I expected to be lounging with wine and fruit, not buried in clay!"
The Wise King grumbled as he plowed through a "light" mountain of paperwork. In truth, there was no rest for the King. Post-war processing, event planning, and administrative duties kept him occupied day and night.
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