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[There's a deep-seated rumble in what used to be Eastern Asia--Gilgamesh standing in the heart of a volcanic nightmare. In front of his hovering mirror, he held a stone 'sword' which spun on a cone's inner axis, red wisps of electricity and vapor dissipating from it. Each time he gestured with the sword, there was a massive earth-quake. The land itself shook, lava spraying up in geysers above wherever it was Gilgamesh stood.

After some time, he seemed content with what he had done, whatever it was. Over his free hand, a gold and silver set of blades spun on his forearm, much like a drill. He advanced, burying his arm into the ground and sending up sheets of rock around himself. The spinning red sword ceased its spinning at the same time.

When he seemed to be 'done' with it, Gilgamesh allowed it to vanish from sight. The sword itself became golden vapor and was gone just as quickly as it had been spinning. With a voice laced with raw irritation, Gilgamesh spoke up again.]

I will bringing you materials. Uncorrupted materials, beyond the poison in the ground. And seven days after this--I will bring you more. Make no waste.

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[Gilgamesh ceased his drilling momentarily, his eyes set on his tablet, finally. Instead of focusing on his task, his set his eyes on Loki--his cheeks 'cracking' and exposing red veins. His anger burned in response to what Loki said.]

A mere beast known to the heavens and belittled even by mortals. That is what you are, mongrel. A shadow of divinity.

I've sundered gods and demons, armies and men. If I see fit, I will tear you gods apart and leave nothing but dust. No, you dog--you do not know what I am. [With that, Gilgamesh opened both hands--a golden bow drawing itself out of the air and into his hands. It made a brief 'click'ing noise as a golden wire grew itself to make the bow taut and drawn, Gilgamesh's free hand once one held it by its center of mass. A single golden arrow manifested in the middle of his palm.]

Now, watch. This world is small, but I am still yet too far for you to witness this swath--the Star of Destruction.

[Loki's expression is neutral, though he feels a cold shudder run down his spine. What if this being is a God-Destroyer? Such things have existed before. The Trickster does not feel any pressing desire to have his body destroyed...again.]

You are the type to threaten one who has not threatened thee. Cast aside this hubris and save your wrath for someone who truly deserves it.

[The ground shuddered--his golden airship rose up out of nothingness and he leapt onto its back, the table the carried following him quickly enough, given that it was now attached to his Gate of Babylon.]

Do not recoil once you've made your beliefs clear.

[Gilgamesh began to draw the bow--'wings' of raw magical energy emanating from the center of it. An ancient seal appeared on the front of it and though Gilgamesh knew the conditions for the bow's use, he was going to put himself through it anyway.]

This surge of destruction--let it renew your faith in the Absolute Destruction the World must witness before it is replenished! [He fired a single arrow down into the Earth, right where he was digging earlier. Though nothing happened initially, the sky began to light up and 'crack' in places over the Eastern Asian continent.]

[He tenses]

I simply admonished you! I did not say I wished you harm!

[gesturing wildly]

Cease this madness at once! Ulaia will strike back! You will doom us all!

You're full of fear. [Gilgamesh spoke breathlessly. He managed to hinder his own Noble Phantasm through raw energy, but it was clearly taking a toll on him in an instant. The sky shattered and a gigantic flood tore into the valley, steam hissing up in response. Gilgamesh literally summoned the biblical flood.]

Only I may shoulder the burden of this. Do you truly believe I would let someone else retaliate?

[Relaxing a bit]

Retaliation is not a matter of allowance. If they strike, they will strike the city, as they have done before.

[He eases back into his throne]

I trust there was a purpose to this display?

[Gilgamesh sneered in response, dismissing his bow. The flood was only brief--overtaking only the valley he made as a condition of the forced removal of his Noble Phantasm.]

You finally care to beckon for useful information?

If you will.

As I have said--this is revitalization. Many of these former countries cannot foster life. Radiation had swollen up in the dirt and water to the point that it would take hundreds of years for human beings to live in.

I changed that.

How terribly noble of you.

But foolish.

Is your family any braver than you?

I shudder to think of those who would flinch at war as much as you are.

I simply prefer a more subtle type of warfare than most. Making a show of it strikes me as vulgar.

You need not explain. Your motivations are clear enough, though they will prove ultimately fruitless.

You are destined to lose, regardless of tactics and even luck itself. 'War' is something that must be vulgar.

[Face contorting in rage]

Insolent swine, you know nothing of-

This conversation is over.

[And he terminates the feed by slamming the device with his fist. After a moment of sitting in silence he swats the device to the floor and rises out of his throne with a huff.]

Like the others, you will die screaming...

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