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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.

"The preparations are complete," he murmured, his voice echoing with an artificial gravity that masked the lonely man inside. 1 : The Dawn of Despair

The world called it a new day. Ainz knew it for what it truly was: the dawn of their despair. But beyond the safety of the tomb’s walls,

In the throne room, the Floor Guardians knelt in a silence so absolute it felt physical. Albedo’s wings twitched with a devotion that bordered on mania, while Demiurge’s eyes glinted with the cold thrill of a grand plan already in motion. They looked at Ainz and saw a god. Ainz looked at them and saw the ghosts of his friends—the NPCs they had built with love and eccentricity, now breathing, thinking, and ready to kill in his name. "The preparations are complete," he murmured, his voice