The Demiurge Blade

Instantly, Gilgamesh arrived at Seha's side. However, knowing that Enki and the others would be following, he grabbed Seha's arm and prepared to toss her again.

After being tossed with such incredible power, Seha felt like her insides had been turned upside down. Her vision was already blurry after the first time, and it would only get worse.

Although her spirit was incredible for a mortal, she was still a mortal in the end. Gilgamesh was not holding anything back; he was using all the power he could possibly draw out of his sealed spirit. This was his current peak.

"Wait, wait, wait! WAI-" Not caring about her cries, Gilgamesh tossed her through space and teleported to her yet again.

Until he could sense the world with his spirit, he would not stop doing this. As he continuously teleported, he heard Enki's voice in the void.

"So she has a Mystic Spirit, does she? Well played, Gilgamesh, but now that your trump card has been used, you cannot rely on it again. The wager has been made. In the end, your life will once again be placed in our hands.

Gilgamesh did not want to think about Enki right now. If he did that too much, then he worried he would not be able to resist the urge to turn around and slaughter them all.

After a few more teleportations, he felt space constrict again and try to lock him in place.

"ENKI!!! FUCK!!! OFF!!!"

His spirit alone was, at this point, far more powerful than even the three gods combined. He knew that there was something special about his spirit, which was why the gods had placed a seal on it. But, he did not know what it was that made it special.

He could tell that his spirit was far more powerful than any of theirs, even Anu's, but that was all he knew. With the seal on his spirit that kept even some of his memories suppressed, he could never know.

With the slightest bit of effort, Gilgamesh tore apart the spatial shackles and continued on his way. Unfortunately, at some point, the heavenly light returned, and shot past him. Despite his insane speed, he could not be faster than this light- even in his current state.

Enki and Nanna shot out of the light, directing numerous spirit-fueled attacks at Gilgamesh, who shrugged them off with little difficulty before teleporting away again. Now that they had caught up to him once, he would never be able to outrun them again. Such was the incredible speed of the heavenly light.

Even though he was teleporting many lightyears with each toss of Seha, it was not enough. Fortunately, he was finally able to sense the world with his spirit.

Before he could reach out to it with his spirit and find somewhere to teleport to, the giant manifestation of a moon crashed into him. Although it would have no effect on him physically, the attack was forcefully assimilated by Gilgamesh's spirit, where it unleashed its full power in an attempt to damage him.

Not caring about whatever damage Nanna's attack would do, Gilgamesh fought through the pain and haphazardly tossed Seha in the direction of the planet. If she was lucky, she would land somewhere in the ocean; Gilgamesh was not sure she could survive a crash into solid ground, but her survival was no longer important.

Gilgamesh teleported away; the three gods could not follow.

Enki groaned, but he did not seem all too fazed by what had occurred. In his mind, even though things had not gone to plan, everything would turn out the way he had envisioned it. Gilgamesh had already overdrawn the power of his weakened spirit.

There was only one outcome waiting for him: a pitiful state of weakness.

As they waited, standing in the presence of the heavenly light within the void, Ishtar thought back to what had just happened. Her mind was flooded with various images of the same thing- of Gilgamesh saving the woman's life despite his desperate state.

Her metaphysical eyes sparkled in contemplation.

Once Gilgamesh arrived on the surface of the planet, he sent his perception outward and found Dramaour City. In an instant, he teleported to it, and froze once he saw the devastation.

It had felt like no time had passed, but in truth, a couple of years had already passed in this world since he had left with the heavenly light. He could tell that Dramaour City had been steadily progressing, but it was now laid to waste.

A single, devastating crevice was carved into the earth, possibly the effect of a single sword slash of epic proportions. Thousands were dead, and Shafra bodies littered the landscape.

However, what pained Gilgamesh the most was the sight of the manor in shambles. He could barely recognize the place where he had grown up.

"Just die!"

Gilgamesh heard a shout that instantly wiped the worry from his face. The moment he heard this voice, his spirit locked onto the person who had spoken and he teleported to them.

In an open field, four people stood against a single, mighty figure. Gilgamesh knew these people, and when he saw the sorry state they were in, his wrath returned to him, drowning out all trace of the worry and fear he felt.

Maxwell stood beside Volsung, both in a battle-ready stance. Maxwell's armor was no more, and his body was burned and cut all over, bleeding ceaselessly. Volsung had lost an arm and there were multiple gaping holes in his body, yet he stood taller than he had ever stood before.

Angelica and Logan were standing side by side, each depending heavily on the other in order to stay standing. All over Logan's body, huge chunks of flesh were missing, severed clean. As for Angelica, aside from the wounds all over her body, she had a hole going through her right eye and coming out the back of her head.

Gilgamesh knew that it was thanks to her magic that they were still alive.

He was relieved, but now was not the time to relax.

"Who the hell are you?" Standing before them was a giant man, hair red and long, draped in dazzling white cloth. He wielded a single, black-bladed sword that glowed with the intensity of hellish fire; an aura of death encircled it.

He had noticed Gilgamesh's arrival, and the others followed his gaze. When they saw him they were instantly relieved, Logan and Angelica especially. They had held out hope for this very outcome, and now that it had come to pass they felt like they could breathe easy.

Gilgamesh would take care of things now. He would avenge all the people they had lost.

Gilgamesh said no words as he glared at the sword-wielding god. He simply vanished with a quick dash, grabbing the god by his throat and pushing him down into the earth.

He poured his spirit into the god, wanting to end it all as quickly as possible. After all, this was not a spiritual manifestation, but a real, physical god. He was not limited in the way Enki and the others were. He still existed in this physical reality.

Gilgamesh flooded the god's mind with immeasurable power, driven by his own rage and bloodlust, tearing apart every scrap of consciousness he could find.

"AAHH!" Blood ran from the god's eyes, ears and nose, but he still held onto life as he flailed. The shock was too sudden, but once he was able to assess the situation, he shifted under the pressure and struck Gilgamesh's side with the hilt of his sword.

Gilgamesh was no stranger to pain, but the reality was that his body now could not truly compare to his original body. Not only was he still in the body of a child, his spirit was now sealed and being overdrawn. As more time passed, the damage would only worsen.

With a simple twist, the god flung Gilgamesh off of him and hastened to collect himself. Despite the severe debilitation he felt, he could quickly recover as long as his spirit was still intact.

As for Gilgamesh, he struggled to fight the immense pain he felt. It was clear to him from the very beginning that this god was far more powerful than the Twelve, but now he could truly understand the disparity.

It hadn't taken him any time at all to annihilate the spirits of almost all twelve gods, but this one god had been powerful enough to resist his spirit long enough to escape from him. Preparing himself for a true fight, Gilgamesh shut the pain out of his mind and got back on his feet.

"You must be the Cursed One. Gilgamesh." The sword-wielding god shook his head, then chuckled weakly. "I am Ku, 99th Wielder of the Demiurge Blade."

Ku swung his sword arm out, and as the sword cut through the air it left behind a trail of scattered, lingering soul fragments. As those fragments returned to the blade, Gilgamesh could feel their essence.

These souls belonged to the people of this very world- most of which he knew. He felt Lana's and Omari's souls, and his fists tightened. All around his body, the golden glow intensified. His eyes darted to his parents; they had already fled quite a considerable distance.

"There is no need for words." Gilgamesh took a deep breath. It was not yet apparent, but he could feel the way his spirit was being affected. The weakness had not yet set in, but it would.

Soon.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he dashed over to Ku, reaching again for his throat. Ku twisted himself, evading and flipping his sword hand over. His wrist rotated as he arm rose into the air, sending the blade out in a violent slash.

Gilgamesh managed to dodge, but a bare foot was already on its way to his face. In haste, he raised his arms and cushioned the kick with his hands, the force launching him into the air.

"I have heard tales of your spirit, Gilgamesh." Ku appeared in the air, having teleported, and gave another fierce slash. The blade narrowly missed Gilgamesh's neck; he had teleported away.

"However, after feeling its power for myself... I see that those rumors are all understatements."

"Oh, shut up." Gilgamesh vanished into thin air once more, this time going straight for Ku's shoulder. Ku saw the attack coming, and prepared to evade while readying a counter-attack.

As he shifted his body out of the way of Gilgamesh's grip, his eyes narrowed and he subconsciously cut at the space behind him. Unbeknownst to even him, he had just prevented himself from being attacked from behind.

The Gilgamesh he had seen coming was merely an afterimage, a feint meant to leave him wide open.

Gilgamesh retreated once more, and a strong wind blew across the field. The grass swayed as the scent was carried off with the breeze.

"An interesting sword. It seems to possess a kind of spirit. I shall have it once I devour your spirit."

Ku laughed, then got into a low stance, sword poised over his head, the tip pointing straight at Gilgamesh. "If you survive any longer than two minutes, then I will not be worthy of the Demiurge Blade. It would only be fitting for you to take it from me then."

A smirk played across Gilgamesh's lips and he shut one of his eyes. In an intense battle like this, using his perception to teleport would waste an entire nanosecond. He relied on his eyesight, to unconsciously teleport to somewhere in his immediate surroundings.

By shutting one of his eyes, he would be able to perform two simultaneous movements, all instant. He simply needed to alternate between eyes for that space of time. In essence, he was performing two transmissions in the time it would normally take him to do it once.

Once again, an afterimage rushed forward, while Gilgamesh himself appeared to Ku's left, grabbing at his arm. Ku, relying on the sword's intuition, swung his arm to the left, cutting off Gilgamesh's means of attack. Only, this time, Gilgamesh changed his direction the instant Ku attacked.

'The sword may be able to perceive threats, but the wielder needs to be fast enough to heed the sword's warning.'

Gilgamesh grabbed onto Ku's leg and twisted, snapping the bone. Before anything else could happen, Gilgamesh teleported away.

Ku looked at his broken leg, shook his head, then laughed as it slowly repaired itself. "Sacrificing power for speed, but how long can your spirit keep it up?"

Gilgamesh said nothing, but the smirk on his face was answer enough for Ku. Now wearing a much more solemn expression, Ku raised the sword into the air, getting into a similarly low stance. With both hands, he held the hilt, readying himself to go all out.

"Demogorge!"

Ku's body attained the properties of the soul, and it vanished into the space around him. Gilgamesh watched as the stability of the planet's spatial laws crumbled, creating several void points around him.

Out of one of those void points, a silent blade stabbed forward, mere inches away from Gilgamesh's chest. Gilgamesh tried to teleport, but once he did so the space around him shattered due to how fragile it had become.

As the scenery vanished, replaced by pitch black nothingness, Ku's body was revealed; he had stepped into the void.

Then, once the blade pierced Gilgamesh straight through the chest, he grabbed Ku's sword arm, immobilizing him and, more importantly, the sword.

Gilgamesh's smirk had never left his face.