Ereshkigal and Nergal descended back into Irkalla to ready themselves. No part of the plan the gods had concocted would be easy, even with the suggestions and amendments the others had twisted into the mix, but still it must be done. Kigal surveyed her kingdom as she and Nergal walked hand and hand back to Ganzir. They could have kharred to the palace walls, but she was glad to breathe in the crisp air and take in this peaceful stroll. It may well be her last chance.
There was a quiet tranquility in the night’s muted darkness, even in the lifeless sleep of the shades. None stirred. Perhaps they too felt that something in the air was amiss, and knew it could be their final chance at serenity.
Many seemed to be experiencing that particular revelation today. Her own father, if by blood only
