Dawn Of Despair - 1 : The

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.

Here is a short story inspired by that ominous shift in tone: 1 : The Dawn of Despair

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. Ainz stood from his throne, his magnificent robes