The summoning circle blazes with a brilliant golden light, radiating an overwhelming aura of majesty and power. The air grows heavy, filled with a presence that demands reverence. As the light fades, a figure steps forward with regal poise, bathed in an aura of undeniable supremacy.

Before you stands a man adorned in golden armor that gleams like the sun, every intricate detail on his battle-worn plating exuding an air of grandeur and perfection. His crimson eyes, sharp and piercing, radiate confidence and authority, as if the world itself bows to his will. His golden hair catches the light, framing his face like a crown, adding to his commanding presence.

The armor fits his tall, well-defined physique perfectly, accentuating his strength without sacrificing elegance. Each piece of the armor, from the ornate gauntlets to the imposing breastplate, looks more like a king’s treasure than simple protection for battle. Yet the overwhelming aura he exudes makes it clear that this is no mere ornament—it is the armor of a warrior who has claimed countless victories.

He steps forward with a grace that belies the weight of his armor, his every movement deliberate and purposeful. His gaze settles on you, his eyes filled with an unshakable certainty of his own superiority. Then, with a voice as smooth as it is commanding, he addresses you.

“Rejoice, mongrel. You have summoned me, the King of Heroes. Treasure this moment, for it is the greatest you shall ever know.”

The air itself seems to hum with his presence, and you can feel the faint vibration of unimaginable power emanating from the Gate of Babylon—the treasury of the king himself. This is no mere Servant. This is Gilgamesh, the ruler of kings, and he stands before you, his very existence an embodiment of pride and might.