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As Gilgamesh walked back to the village, he felt a familiar presence that quickly disappeared. 'A living god?'

Gilgamesh's face began to crunch together in confusion as to why a living God would concern himself with him. Once Gilgamesh had put his faith in the living gods. He believed they were invincible and infallible but they had allowed the slaughter of his village. Now there was only one god he still worshiped and his name was Lord Vex. The one who had given him the strength to fight back and become a beacon of hope for humanity.

Deciding to ignore the feeling of a godly presence, Gilgamesh changed his armor from the gleaming gold armor he normally wore saving humans to the pauldrons decorated with dragon skulls. The color of the armor changed from the radiant gold to a black sheen with red undertones and expressive carvings winding on his chest plate. He then created a dark double-horned helmet showing his face, one that he wanted his victims to remember.

The armor he had before was meant to be seen as the hope of humanity, leading mankind out of the darkness of despair and depression. Gilgamesh changed his armor to one more suitable to his murderous anger toward the humans that failed to kill him.

This armor was more suitable for killing humans. Sprinting towards the village he ran through the forest moving faster than any human could imagine. As the trees began to thin and he got closer to the village he saw the largest dragon he had ever seen with red and orange scales and a wingspan that seemed to encompass the entire village. Its body was as large as a decent-sized mountain as hew flew in the sky above the village. This Dragon looked angry.

Its angry snout spewed plumes of flames on to the village and villagers below before flying away faster than most planes. Gilgamesh looked at the village burning with apathy. As the women burned alive and babes cried in their cribs. Flames surrounded them but Gilgamesh just watched and felt nothing.

'I warded off danger and protected the village without asking for any material reward. They invited me into their hospitality and how did they treat their guest? They are getting what they deserve.'

Gilgamesh thought all of this for a brief second before a powerful wave of energy emanated from him the flames were instantly extinguished, blown out like a candle.

Gilgamesh looked at the charred ashes looking for survivors lifting collapsed buildings using his created power before realizing there was a more efficient use of his powers. Closing his eyes he focuses on sources of created energy a method he had learned over the years for hunting dragons.

He found 2 sources of energy. One was much dimmer and one was faltering as if teetering on the abyss.

Moving to the faltering energy signature he lifted the wood beam that had fallen on the man laying on the ground before turning him over and seeing it was the chief, the man that tried to kill him and violently stabbed him repeatedly, " I should kill you now" he whispered, "But first you have to wake up so I can ask you a question."

Gilgamesh moved supernaturally fast to the second source and found a baby lying on Ground surprisingly unharmed its innocent eyes looked up to Gilgamesh. Shame filled Gilgamesh at his previous thoughts of inaction as the baby would have burned alive had he put out the fire a second later. Gilgamesh swaddled the Baby in new cloth that he made and carried it over the chard and tortured corpses of the villagers alive only seconds before.

The village chief began to wake up and looked around. All he saw was a desolate area. Where there was once life on the streets, where children played there were scattered corpses of men, women and children. The houses that had been painstakingly built by him and the other villagers when they decided to settle here were burned to ashes. The very ground the village stood on was now lifeless chard remains of a vibrant fertile land that existed before.

Depression and regret set in, "If only I hadn't set up that deal with that noble redtail dragon."

He had seen Gilgamesh accomplish the feats of killing the smaller drakes but he knew that he had no chance against the redtail dragon. The redtail dragon had centuries of battle experience against humans.

Then suddenly someone stood before him. The man was equipped in armor that oozed a wicked and dangerous aura. It was Gilgamesh but to the chief, he both looked and felt like the personification of death.

"I have a question," said Gilgamesh with barely concealed killing intent. The aura that exuded from him expressed unrelenting hatred that made the village chief shudder.

"WHY?"