"You are hilarious, little devil," high king Gilgamesh said, his laughter was glorious, he was glorious.
"Fame and glory worth a life, your majesty, haven't you heard about the seven Sultans?" Viktor asserted.
"Those pitiful bastards fight hard every day against their own courts not be killed, and their enemies are always waiting for an opportunity to wipe them out," Gilgamesh let out, thoughtful. "I'm afraid that one day they will achieve that and not even fame and glory will worth the loss of those beautiful cities, for they're nations, yes, but at the same time they're just seven cities."
"So in the end we are doomed…" Viktor affirmed.
"We are… and there lays the irony, for even knowing that truth, we will fight until we couldn't fight anymore, am I wrong?"
"We will, your majesty,"
