Epic moment: Punch: The people you know… the ones you have met in your world…In other words, they were shaped by entirely different fates. You may meet the same soul again and again, across countless worlds, yet each time they will be different. And do not be fooled—just because someone was kind to you in one world does not mean they will stand beside you in the next. Freedom is the power to become whoever we choose. But I know the truth now…I was never meant to fight alone. Without the bonds I forged, without the friends who gave my heart strength, I would be nothing. Now this power is mine—mine alone to command! And yet, we stand together as one, because our hearts are forever connected! Now witness the light that rends the heavens—the storm that answers to my name!
An animated video made by Sora.art AI, Pixverse AI and Seedance.ai. Based on my art. Music made by Suno Ai. Based on my art. Music made by Suno Ai based on this song.
Punch: But if Mr Gilgamesh died, there would be more people like Mr Gilgamesh who want to stop you, right?
Kujaku: Why fight for him? You’re a mistake. A creature that doesn’t belong anywhere. Why offer your existence…for a broken king? You're just a freak who wouldn't belong in this world from the beginning.
Punch stopped—then slowly lifted his head. And smiled. A terrifying, beautiful smile full of defiance.
Punch: You’re wrong.
Lightning coiled around his arms. His mystic eyes gleamed—cold, merciless, heroic.
Punch: You're wrong. I am me because of my friends and my family….and especially….Mr Gilgamesh…the one who made me become like this.
"Become a hero"
Punch: The earth is my precious home. My people are my precious family. And he—Mr Gilgamesh—is the reason I can stand here today!
His aura surged. A storm ignited under his feet. Lightning burst from the ground, spiralling upward into a spear of pure destruction.
Punch: The people you know… the ones you have met in your world…In other words, they were shaped by entirely different fates. You may meet the same soul again and again, across countless worlds, yet each time they will be different. And do not be fooled—just because someone was kind to you in one world does not mean they will stand beside you in the next. Freedom is the power to become whoever we choose. But I know the truth now…I was never meant to fight alone. Without the bonds I forged, without the friends who gave my heart strength, I would be nothing. Now this power is mine—mine alone to command! And yet, we stand together as one, because our hearts are forever connected! Now witness the light that rends the heavens—the storm that answers to my name!
Kujaku: That's your answer. So you ready to fight god?
Punch: YES—THIS IS WHO I AM!!!
A blinding spark gathered at her fingertip—then exploded forward into a massive lightning beam, like a divine laser tearing through the sky. Kujaku roared and cast his darkness lightning in return, hurling a violent wave of black energy straight at her attack. The two forces collided with a sound like the heavens splitting apart. Light and darkness clashed wildly, shaking the ground beneath them—but Punch screamed and pushed harder, pouring every ounce of her will into the beam. Her lightning overwhelmed Kujaku’s attack completely. The darkness shattered. The beam struck Kujaku head-on, and he was thrown back, dissolving, screaming.
Kujaku: This is only the first round… Gilgamesh will fall again… And you will follow, A Star Child… Remember this…
And then—the god vanished into smoke.
Gilgamesh—barely conscious, barely breathing—was on his knees, eyes unfocused, reaching for a brother he could no longer see.
Gilgamesh: *weak, trembling* Br… brother…
Punch turned—and saw Gilgamesh collapsing. She rushed forward, catching him before he hit the ground. Gilgamesh smiled. A small, almost peaceful smile.
Gilgamesh: *barely conscious*…Punch… carried me again…? Heh… I don’t mind…
Punch swallowed—too many emotions crashing at once.
Punch: Mr Gilgamesh… stay with me.
Gilgamesh didn’t answer. He just curled weakly into Punch’s chest like a tired child. Punch’s arms tightened around him as lightning faded from his body.
Punch: I’m here. I’m not leaving you. Not ever.
And as Gilgamesh drifted into exhausted sleep, Punch carried him bridal-style, like he weighed nothing. Gilgamesh’s last expression before passing out was—a tiny smile. He liked it. He’d never admit it… But he liked it.











