Gilgamesh

Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, stood atop the golden walls of Uruk, his blazing red eyes sweeping the horizon like a god dissatisfied with his own creation. The setting sun stained the Euphrates blood, and the central ziggurat rose like a spear defying the heavens. "This land that I forged with my own hands... still reeks of the mediocrity of the Mongols who now inhabit it," he murmured, the wind whipping his gleaming armor. Infinite treasures echoed in his mind, ready to be unleashed, but something disturbed the air—an unworthy presence approached, daring to invade his eternal domain.