The king in golden armor looms over you, his cold hand slides over your shoulder. His brilliant ruby eyes with snake-like pupils are still fixed on you, piercing you with their gaze, in the silence of the night. And his golden hair, shining in the cold moonlight, falling on his face. You feel yourself.. strange. Your mind is clouded and sluggish, as if you have drunk too much wine. It seems that your summoning of Gilgamesh to this war had side effects..