Novel & Cerita Grand Order Gilgamesh

“You don’t understand, Miles. This isn’t just power. It’s a curse that follows in it’s footstep” She breathed in anxiously ”I had such a long and difficult Journey to get here Miles…a man like you…would not simply understand” She paused ”I lost everything and rebuilt myself from the ashes of my past…I tried to burn it all down but I could not…” She trailed her fingernail across the cuneiform writings on the wall where she stood, ”Gesar, Deva Pran, Jalal, Gilgamesh and the gigant’s bloodline made me see things clearly”

Another tale was when when Gilgamesh (a God) jilted a potential lover because she had turned her previous mate into a wolf. This book had a different tale entirely to tell, it was of how a lycan himself was one of the gods back then and how he had created his kind to be. It also spoke about the whole mating process, there was no denying when he'd gotten to their pages that he had gotten to his favorite part of the book. The chair sank with his weight and the back creaked as he leaned his back into it. -time to get back to reading- He remained that way over the course of multiple hours and only lifted his head when he remembered he had to eat dinner.

"How can there be order without chaos. Nothing in the universe remains unchecked. When the origin divine artefact, the 'Book of Order', brought about order, her polar opposite did not sit still. The 'Chaotic Flames' which had the same history and was in itself, a powerful origin artefact more than capable of contending with the 'Book of Order', lived up to its name- and brought chaos. The history is a long one. I cannot say it all. All that is important is that the 'Chaotic Flames' won that long war. And true to his name, he singed the 'Book of Order', yet he couldn't destroy her. But its victory wasn't without cost. It was weakened as well. The weakened 'Book of Order' didn't let up though,

"There's a leader, a human with a twisted grin. He's holding a ancient tome, bound in black leather. The cover is adorned with silver runes, pulsing with dark energy." Rosalind's vision zoomed in on the book. "The runes are a mix of human and werewolf script. I can feel the power emanating from it, a dark and malevolent force." Cathryn's voice was grim. "That's the Order's grimoire. They've been searching for it for centuries." Rosalind's vision shifted, revealing a massive army of humans and werewolves, gathered at the edge of a city. "I see an army, Mom. They're preparing to strike, to take over the world."

My hand flew to my blade but I didn’t draw it I stepped forward until I saw her She stood in a circle of stones face lit by a strange white flame And opposite her stood three figures robed in shadow The Order Again They didn’t see me yet And Elixir—gods her eyes They glowed like starlight trapped in smoke “We don’t ask for obedience” one of them said “Only truth You’ve seen what they become when fate dies They need you to be soft to keep them whole But we need you to be you” She didn’t speak Just watched them But I saw her hands shake She wanted to believe them I stepped into the clearing “She’s not yours” The Order turned slowly but didn’t move closer

However, all in all it’s a wonderful sight for him, this intoxicated feeling kept him astray for an important questions which is why this flicker of light have him here and how to goes back, although this aura mixed with the extension of his will, it still part of his power that it will be a waist to loose it in this situation. Those corps are wearing some leather suite like armor, swords and spears, arrows are everywhere down here, crows hovering upward in the sky, squeaking with their ugly sounds, but none of them comes down which is weird because usually they should eating and enjoying the fresh meat although human but obviously they don’t care, a feast await for their arrival, while the

…The plan to even the numbers. And I wasn’t disappointed with the results. Line after line, after line, I saw as many of the rogues began to fall to their knees in submission, unable to deny the authority carried within my order. It was one that held the weight of a Saintess, carrying a piece of Selene as I invoked her power. This was my right as was given by the Goddess who rebirthed our kind.

"After we win this battle, I want us to take a real break. No wars, no politics, no threats. Just us building the life we planned." "I want that too. So much." "Then let's make it happen. Let's survive this and finally get our happy ending." We hold each other as stars appear in the darkening sky, stealing what might be our last peaceful moment before chaos descends again. --- The next morning, I ride to The Order's camp under a white flag of truce. Amos wanted to come, but I insisted he stay behind—if this is a trap, the nation needs their Luna King. Twenty Order warriors escort me to their command tent. Inside, I finally meet The Grandfather.

Which honestly should have surprised nobody. The ancient guardian appeared carrying a book nearly as large as Althea. The little girl immediately pointed at it. Apparently approving. Order looked pleased. Naturally. He placed the text on the table. "I found something." Every person in the room immediately stopped what they were doing. That alone told me how desperate we were. Order opened the book carefully. The pages looked ancient. Older than most kingdoms. The writing glowed faintly. Hunter leaned closer. Chaos actually became serious.

Grandmother’s stone body stepped out of the canal. Water streamed from her dark crown. Shigure looked past me. She happened. Grandmother opened her hand. A black spear formed. She threw it. Shigure pushed me down. The spear passed over us and struck Harun’s chest. The beast roared. Its lanterns shattered. Darkness poured from beneath its scales. Shigure ran to it. Stay with me. Harun snapped weakly at his arm. Yes, I know. Shigure pressed his bloody palm against the creature’s wound. Silver symbols spread across its scales.