The sun did not rise over the Great Tomb of Nazarick; it merely exposed it. For Ainz Ooal Gown, the skeletal sorcerer-king, the dawn of this new era felt less like a triumph and more like a heavy shroud.
But beyond the safety of the tomb’s walls, the world was waking up to a nightmare. In the Slane Theocracy, the high priests huddled over ancient scriptures, their faces pale as they realized the "aftershocks" of the legends were returning. In the Re-Estize Kingdom, Gazef Stronoff looked at his sword, feeling the weight of a debt he could never pay to a monster he couldn't help but respect. 1 : The Dawn of Despair
"The preparations are complete," he murmured, his voice echoing with an artificial gravity that masked the lonely man inside. The sun did not rise over the Great
The world called it a new day. Ainz knew it for what it truly was: the dawn of their despair. In the Slane Theocracy, the high priests huddled
Ainz stood from his throne, his magnificent robes rustling like dry leaves. He walked to the edge of the dais and looked out—not at the room, but at the mental map of a continent he intended to conquer.