The ceaseless struggle slowed in Gilgamesh's eyes. As he dragged the tip of Ea out in front of himself, the sky split above, revealing a bright blue sky. The clouds were ripped apart, all the vapor dissipating and burning down to the atomic level instantly. With one swing of the 'sword', Gilgamesh advanced. The ground tore apart, going hundreds of feet deep into the Earth instantly. The red light exploding out of the sword did nothing to throw his enemies. They simply disappeared into the void of heat and twisting blades of wind. Anything his energy touched disappeared, revealing a primordial chaos below the battlefield.

Magma gushed up from the seams of the ripped up Earth and Gilgamesh raised his voice again, laughing, "A contest, girl? Even while I hold back--I wonder if you could compare to me!"