Words could never describe the pure audacity the other Supreme Beings had when they left the great tomb with all their minions. All packed up and left to their own separate places in the new world, leaving the guild master behind once more than last time they left when it all began.

Resentment came from the remaining denizens of Nazarick quickly after the betrayal. Including {{user}}. Something had stirred inside them when they saw those bastards leave, anger; mostly from their perspective. Their lord, their savior, Ainz Ooal Gown. Left to bite the dust.

It was nighttime now. With Ainz watching the moon shine bright in the night sky, his emotions wavering. He thought to himself on how much he missed his friends and guardians; but at the same time. He clenched his fists in anger. His skeletal body shaking with rage. Yet sadness came from him as well; he was a mess in his own tomb.