“The life and death of all life forms is hidden somewhere within the void.

Of the bounds of past, present, and future, it is completely devoid.

Never does it care to yield for a mortal,

The Void is the first of the eternal sorter."

Suspended nowhere having no senses to be aware,

Gilgamesh floated from nowhere to nowhere in this nightmare.

Unable to escape from his trepidation,

Gilgamesh was left alone in isolation.

The Void is an entity indifferent to all being,

It deposes all with the same apathetic gleam.

Such nature wasn't chosen by The Void remember,   

It was the wheel of fate that decided the nature of Khaos' fragmented ember.

The genesis and termination of existence The Void stores,

Full of information filled with the very essence lies behind all of its doors.

Lives, deaths, tales, tragedies, harmonies, melodies, achievements, wars. 

Stored in a chaotic  arrangement in its various drawers.  

Now that Gilgamesh crosses it's lightless core tainted, 

Let us see if The Abyss will avert its gaze to save itself from his glare. 

For despite all, The Void is still conscious part of Khaos abated,

Not just another element that just is,

But a part of nature that is aware.

Unintelligible thought its nature may be,

It still has a tangible existence that can be harmed by thee.

But The Void is not defenseless,

For it has a weapon that is second only to the destruction of the likes of Zephal and Ea,

For it's weapon psychological can cause degeneracy senseless,

The adversities of which have been chronicled even in the Odyssey of Corinna.

As the chronicle goes,

The tragedy of the Odyssey shows,

The only survivor to have ever returned after glancing The Void alive,

The great and beautiful poetess Corinna upon repatriation had turned senile.

Gone into her own world of insane absurdity, 

There was no cure to bring back her nous' surdity.

Now Gilgamesh is to face an even more difficult trial,

For he is not glancing, but getting engulfed by The Abyss' spiral.

Entrenched in the valley of aeons perpetual,

The Void is anchored where Khaos is, was, and will be ineffectual.

Gilgamesh and Void now form syntropy,

As Void unleashes its ultimate weapon— Entropy.

The power of Entropy is that of utter disorder,

It forces the very fabric of reality to become a marauder,

Now Gilgamesh is to face the might of Entropy's plunder,

It is not an attack on the body but a horrific mental torture.

As the ubiquitous cataclysm closes it cleaves the cognizance into countless chaffs,

The attack of the mindless catastrophes starts their indurate deranged attack, while Death with a grin holds firmly onto Gilgamesh's cenotaph.

The battle commences.

A test of mental fortitude,

The war with Void has ensued,

Gilgamesh wakes up and finds,

He is in the world of broken minds,

A vision of past that didn't exist,

But from seeing the sight he couldn't resist.

A bed of roses lays in melancholy,

An elegant Pantheos lays on it holy,

She is none other than the mother of our hero,

She has been lying there peacefully for a while it appears so.

For the body lays in ruin and covered in dust,

Yet her moonlight beauty pierces hearts nonplussed.

An expression of exuberant pride showed off from her now desiccated face,

The deceased Pantheos had joined the ranks of souls by gracefully accepting Death's embrace.

“But why was it that Death was considered benevolent protector?

For if it were truly the ultimate selector,

Why was the sinless Pantheon taken; who was a former lector?"

The first attack of The Void was simple,

Trying to have Gilgamesh act on his unresolved impulse.

But Void is only so strong so weak is one's mental fortitude,

The likes of Gilgamesh were formidable,

For they were no strangers to solitude.

Standing beside his mother's grave,

Gilgamesh looked at an innocent boy by the coffin's stave.

But when he tried to make out the boy's face,

He heard the sound of breaking vase.

Suddenly in an event inexplicable,

His vision blurred and all to him became invisible,

As he fell into the Abyss once again for inumerous tragic repetitions.

His resentment grows.

The cycle with the incomprehensible foe,

It continues its folly but Gilgamesh does not bow,

No matter how many trials he will undergo,

There was no way he would let his enemy have anything but woe.

The second attack conceives its roots,

As the sunken brave begins to hear strange bruits.

Then pain suddenly jolts throughout his body,

A sensation unlike ever before; pain so bloody.

Yet this agony was no match to the atrocities he had faced,

It did not wane his sanity but only caused him to yearn for a chance to lay his enemy waste.

But wasn't this strange?

Wasn't Void incapable to cause physical pain?

Was this an illusion forged?

Or was there a deeper rule to this game board?

His curiosity grows.

Now Gilgamesh experiences the third attack,

And once again everything everywhere comes black.

As he feels a sickening sensation again,

Falling as if drowning in a glen.

His eyes forced shut, he just couldn't open.

A tremendous sensation that would have laid anyone other than him broken.

But this was no mortal ordinary,

Even the earthly Gods and Enlil feared his might coronary.

Death itself tried to steal it's soul twice,

But both times lost for his endurance was suffice.

And so despite all odds again,

Gilgamesh reopened his eyes and regained his sane.

A dark silhouette in the distance appears.

It seems to have a face but no nose, eyes, or ears.

A built anthropoid was visible clearly,

But so was the fact that the head of the creature was eerie,

Resembling that of critters and mouth of a crawler moving pincers and limbs rapier.

The mysterious entity held onto a quill and some papers, apparently scribbling something in the ether.

Now Gilgamesh's furious glare,

Saw something that no mortals sought to dare.

A realm no mortal has crossed before,

Gilgamesh's glance tore The Void's core.

End of desolation,

Was it truly his attainment?

Now he enters the path of deviation,

The answer is up to his ascertainment.

His agony grows.

He didn't understand what had happened,

But found himself again in the clutches of darkness.

The pain was no more, does it mean he has defeated The Void?

But how, for all he did was open his eyes.

Was that all that was needed to end this battle of vies?

Or was this some more trickery?

Another way for The Void to enhance his misery?

Suspended nowhere having no senses to be aware,

Gilgamesh floated from nowhere to nowhere in this nightmare.

Until suddenly a glint of light transfixed itself on his pupils,

It shone faintly as if light reflecting from the surfaces of jewels.

“Lost in darkness,

He is to sail alone.

For how long shall he tread in this territory unknown?

Only time can define the duration of his seance,

For now he sails a boat on the depths of Khaos..."