My Brother

In the Infinite Emptiness, outside of all Four Books of Existence.

The Bright Speck had shrunk to the size of an apple, and was currently exuding soft light upon the body of a little girl.

As its light shone on her body, wisps and tendrils of greyish aura rose from it, a sign of some power inside her failing to resist.

"You are the 12th Gilgamesh, little girl. Whether you choose to believe it or not, I can see it to be true." The Bright Speck spat.

Ateah's expression was the epitome of disgusted confusion. "What are you even talking about? You're nothing but a glorified firefly! What do you know!?"

The Bright Speck groaned, not wanting to continue in this vein of conversation.

"My power has all but bypassed your soul's defences. If you will not willingly submit even now, then prepare to experience the worst pain imaginable."

Ateah laughed at that. "My Big Brother is already on his way. You think the three Bookkeepers you sent can stop him? No way!"

"He's gonna tear through them and then come kick your butt!"

The Bright Speck's body flashed in shades of red and yellow. "Do you still not realize that your reverence toward him is what landed you here in the first place?"

Ateah scoffed.

"You're this stupid!?" The Bright Speck ridiculed.

"You are the last of the Gilgameshes, a creature that commands a Power beyond Our Bookspace. Do you even understand what that means?"

Ateah stuck her tongue out.

"Tch! So irritating! Are all children like this?"

The Bright Speck's white light glow intensified, and it gave a final push.

Ateah groaned, and some beads of sweat rolled down her face.

"Whatever. I guess I should be thankful you're a fool. Continue to idolize the 11th. I'm sure he'll come save you. Heh, heh."

Ateah's eyes widened, and suddenly she felt the feeling of being invaded by a foreign power. At first, she breathed hard and her eyes darted every which way, but eventually she shut them and cried out.

"Big Brother! Save me!"

"Hahahahaha! You want him to save you? Then who's going to save him? Look!"

The Bright Speck created a mirror-like screen that emitted silver mist and dim light.

Ateah's eyes were still shut as she struggled to adjust to the feeling of having her innermost body invaded.

"Look! There's the brother you worship!"

Hearing this, she fought to open her eyes as slow tears left them. When she saw the mirror, and the images it showed, she gasped.

Gilgamesh was engaged in a tremendous, intense battle, fighting for his life against more people than anyone could possibly count.

Ateah felt like her mind would break if she tried to even estimate how many people he was up against.

Far beyond those people, the three Bookkeepers were standing side by side, watching everything.

At first, Ateah's hope was sparked. She felt like anyone aside from those Bookkeepers would be easy for Gilgamesh to handle.

To top it off, Gilgamesh fought alongside a large number of people- even Sect Brother Law was there.

However, Ateah soon realized that Gilgamesh was in dire straits.

His allies were steadily dying off, and Law was clearly outmatched; their struggle was bitter.

She gasped as she remembered something.

"Sect Brother Wyg isn't there yet! When he shows up, things will change!"

This was how she managed to restore her faith, but the Bright Speck was out to break her.

"You mean Defiance? Hmph! He served his purpose and became a sacrifice to the Four Book Formation. Even now, his soul and trillions of others are being used to power the spell that is swiftly weakening the 11th."

The Bright Speck glowed, and made visible the forms of trillions upon trillions of shiny blue threads. Those threads extended from itself, and ran down toward the Four Books.

On the screen, Ateah could now see that each of those cords were slowly wrapping around Gilgamesh.

He would soon be fully covered in threads.

"What is that...?" Ateah tried to reach out and grab the threads, but she could not.

"That is the essence of the Four Book Formation, suppressing your brother with all the might of the Four Books. Soon, he will incapable of doing anything at all."

"The totality of Four Books of Existence. Not even he can withstand that kind of pressure."

The Bright Speck glowed a bright green, and then continued to slowly grind away at the last shred of Ateah defences.

Despite how horrible she felt, she did not close her eyes again. She kept them trained on Gilgamesh's battle, and clung to hope, refusing to let it slip away.

Gilgamesh, wielding Samael, rushed toward a few hundred powerful beings, all of them the most elite of elites.

The entireties of the First Pages of all Four Books made up the enemies forces; he could barely contend with just one of them.

To top it off, the growing soul power in his body was rampaging with each move he made and his inherent nature was already pushed to its utmost limit.

Worse than all of this, was the fact that he was steadily becoming weaker thanks to the Four Book Formation.

His sword fell, obstructed by a pure white saber. Twelve other weapons surged at his back, but he could not ignore the oppenent before him.

His free hand burst with bright green energy, as he attempted to adjust truth, but his opponents were even more capable of this than he was.

He simply lacked the authoritative power to force Truth's Mind to evolve further.

Daggers stabbed into his back, staves struck him, knocking the wind from his body, and swords cut across him.

He was riddled with wounds, all of them containing such profound power that they refused to be healed.

Gilgamesh grit his teeth and pushed with his sword, cutting a semi circle around his body at the same time.

His vision blurred and he stumbled, but he was swift to regain his footing and steady his breathing.

His power surged and he continued to fight.

Law's Destroyers were being killed off left and right, and he was locked in battle with ten people.

His nunchucks lashed out relentlessly; his bloody bulging muscles showed no signs of restraint.

In his eyes, clear signs of exhaustion could be seen. His life was already on the cusp of being extinguished.

Things only got worse.

Gilgamesh was constantly suffering wounds that refused to heal, and though he could stop them from festering, his body could not keep up.

He would crash very soon.

As the Four Book Formation's supression continued to weaken him, he suddenly felt a wave of irresistible, overwhelming melancholy.

He sighed, and in doing so ceased all activation of his power.

The very same moment that he stopped using his inherent nature-- the inherent nature of who he once was-- he felt a sweet sensation.

The sweet sensation of relief. Of freedom.

Of escaping the Four Book Formation's suppression.

All it took, was for him to abandon the inherent nature that no longer truly belonged to him.

It was the inherent nature of who he was that limited him!

In that moment, all of his strengrh returned, and he no longer dared to touch his inherent nature.

In fact, in that moment, he made a decision that would change the course of the battle.

He shut his eyes as he was bombarded with attacks, and despite how much of his body was destroyed and how much blood he lost, he did not open his eyes until he completed his task.

"Has the Little Demon given up?" Morgana joked.

"Nonsense. He cannot be underestimated even if he's losing. Be watchful, Arthur." Merlin shot a glare toward Morgana and comtinued to observe closely.

Arthur frowned, clearly not even hearing them.

"What is he doing? Does he want to die?"

In Gilgamesh's sea of energy, his conscious appeared, ready to perform its most meaningful act.

Gilgamesh...

Severed his ties to his inherent nature completely. As he no longer identified with it, he could easily do such a thing.

Then, he forcibly sent it toward the largest of his true energy crystals, and made it merge with one of them.

Now, it would no longer be an inherenr nature of his soul, and could not be used against him.

Just like that, his inherent nature became a nature of true energy, no longer tied to his soul.

When Gilgamesh opened his red eyes, he saw a sword crashing down on his neck.

He raised Samael, and parried the blow with ease, then stabbed that person in the heart. Energy travelled along the blade and into that person's body, then exploded.

Bloody chunks of meat and flesh filled the air, and Gilgamesh used it as a diversion to continue cutting down more and more people.

Before, he could only receive injuries without inflicting much, but now, for each injury he received, he took a life.

He had shifted the tide of battle!

Arthur, Morgana and Merlin were amazed, watching as a hopeless situation was turned to Gilgamesh's favor.

"He's managed another evolution, has he?" Morgana tried her best to sound confident.

Arthur and Merlin knew better- especially Arthur.

When he realized what had actually happened, the Bright Speck was also coming to realize the same thing.

Both of them shared the exact same reaction.

"He broke free of the Four Book Formation! How!?"

Ateah giggled in spite of her pain, and cheered her Big Brother on.

"I told you, My Brother's gonna tear through them all, then he's gonna kick your ass!"