An: I'm sure everyone could tell but I don't really consider the NW characters to be super strong, I estimate Zesshi and PDL, max around lvl 75, so you'll see going forward they won't really be seen as much of a threat, that's just my personal opinion, to be sure we'll have to wait until maruyama-sama releases the information. I want to thank everyone for the massive amounts of support for the story, I hope to do a Q&A within a few chapters so if you have any questions you've been wishing to ask, please do. Thank you again for all the reviews and please keep them coming, I've already gotten some pretty great ideas about things that are coming up.
Chapter 9
The maids had come seeming out of nowhere but the truly awe dropping sight was the form of black mass which seemingly occupied the very space next to them. Ginedine had lived a long life, and knowledge was his addiction, he thirsted for it, craved it in all its forms. He had learned of war and peace, of theology and heresy, so long and wise was he that he no longer seemed even human, not to his peers and not to himself. It was this long history of being that had so greatly affected him, ever since he had arrived in the Sorcerous Kingdom he had been met with turn after turn, surprise after unending surprise, he had lost count of all the new ideas he encountered, all the different scenes which flew past him, this world he had entered seemed to never calm taunting him with all he did not yet know, his heart which had at one point believed to know most if not all, was like a newborn again, learning to see the world in all it was, and all it could be.
As he stared at the scene, questioning if what he was seeing was real, the maid spoke,
"Lord Ainz again apologises for his delay, he was busy preparing ensuring a safe means for allowing us to transport you all"
Some voice, speaking for them all asked: "transport us where?"
"To his home, of course, the summit will be had in The Great Tomb of Nazarick, the abode of forty-one Supreme Beings and home of Lord Ainz Ooal Gown"
There was absolute surety and reverence in her voice, no room for doubt in her conviction of the divinity of these "supreme beings" and while Ginedine would argue that only the six could be considered supreme, he would be lying if he did not doubt the inclusion of the Sorcerer King to this list.
All within the room waited for the first one among them to find the courage to move, it wasn't long before Jircniv and his retinue stood ready to enter the unknown portal, the representatives of the Re-Estize kingdom quickly followed. As more and more of the gathering stood and made their way into the portal, the Cardinals looked at each other, steeling themselves for what was to come. Ginedine noticed Raymond had a slight sweat building on him, his youth evident, and as they then stood together, they proceeded to enter into the unknown, and face whatever may come.
Draudillon, in her earnest haste, had closed her eyes when she passed through the portal, she did not feel pain or anything really, as if walking through a light mist, she had kept them closed because even though she had started to trust in the Sorcerer King, fear was a powerful thing, she had kept them shut because even though she knew better, she could not marshal the strength to face this all at the moment, too many questions were left unanswered, too many things left unknown.
She walked forwards until she bumped into something, the slight interruption providing her enough courage to open her eyes, and taking the time to let her eyes adjust to the light she quickly learned why her minister was frozen solid in front of her.
They were standing in a large corridor, extending so far she could not even see the end, the height seemed to be around 20 meters and there was abundant light within the room coming from,... Somewhere, though it made to illuminate every corner. Beneath them was a polished black stone, interwoven with lines which shined as if gold itself had loaned them its lustre, it was beautiful, nothing short of that word would explain it. She caught herself and looked to see her surrounding, the corridor was relatively wide, more than enough to fit the entire group that had now finally come through, they stood in the middle of this wide corridor, flanked on each side by statues of terrifying demons, they were so lifelike Draudillon feared they would move and strike them all dead at the very moment.
While her fear of the demon statues was still registering she looked on to realize that there were more, many more of these demons, as if carefully structured to resemble some cruel display of demonology, they were embedded in grand looking niches, decorated with a contrasting white, gold, silver and black. The sight making the predominantly dark coloured demons even more eye-catching. Surrounding each of these niches were beautifully carved etchings, depicting many sorts of scenes, maidens collecting water, recreations of the sky and lightning striking the ground, they were all so detailed in their making that they too seemed almost lifelike as if they would move and show their history at any moment.
She was absolutely mesmerized, so lost in the sight in front of her that she started to wonder, wishing to catch a closer glimpse at the exquisite works of art, and while she was so lost in her own little world she could not register the awed sounds of those around her, looking onwards still she heard a strict commanding voice bring her back to the present.
"If you will all follow me, we will proceed to the throne room, Lord Ainz is waiting for you" the armoured maid spoke, Draudillon quickly collected herself before getting in step with the advancing group, seeing that the progress was rather slow as people gawked and awed at the advancing array of demon statues and the etching which decorated the walls of this grand corridor.
Basir had lived a relatively simple life, she had been born to a low ranking noble family but because of her intellect she had quickly gained the notoriety and respect of her peers, she knew she was not beautiful, she knew she would not advance in life by pretending to be a lady of court, and so she applied herself to study, to learning and sharpening her intellect. It was this dedication to self-improvement that had led her to become a member of the emperor's harem, at first it was a simple desire, she had indeed found him ravishing, his blonde hair and beautiful eyes, his very body the ideal image of wealth, privilege, and power, but his mind was what she truly fell in love with. How they debated on philosophy and ideas, on markets and economy, and the rule of law, she found herself completely at his mercy in body, mind and spirit. When she had learned of his devastated state at the hands of the Sorcerer King, it had broken her world, but little by little as if blessed by the event she found herself closer to her now husband eventually he proposed marriage, seeming carefree and happy wishing her to be his queen.
Basir had always known that whatever was able to conquer the spirit of her husband was indeed divine in nature, and upon her first meeting with the Sorcerer King, she was both terrified and amazed, his intellect was indeed unfathomable, and his relatability genuine, but as she walked along this corridor, staring at the marvellous artwork and these grotesque yet absolutely eye-catching statues, she could not help but wonder if he indeed was a god come down to this world.
"They scared me too when I first saw them" she heard her husband say,
He was looking stilled clearly awed but with the practised eye of someone who had seen this before,
"This is so much, way too much," she said to him, looking around as the maids led them deeper towards the end, a small contrast could be seen, while she could not make out any details she could tell there was a set of black and white doors at the end.
"Wait until you see the throne room," he said to her,
She found her self doubting what could be more beautiful than this scene, in this place even the very ground she walked on seemed to shine and glow with a holy light, she was hard-pressed to think of what might wait for her beyond, and as she thought on the possibilities she found herself staring with her mouth open towards the ever-growing sight of the massive double doors.
She found herself recollecting a scene when Jircniv had been commissioning artists from all over the empire to design the doors to their bedroom, he had desired something that he could not explain, and while the artists had drawn some absolutely fantastic renditions he denied each one, constantly saying they were not good enough, or they don't compare, she had always wondered what standard he was using to deny such works and as she found herself awe stuck at the sight of the incredible 20 meter high doors that stood before her, she finally realized why nothing they made would ever compare to this.
Lakyus had felt a rush as she passed through the [gate] into this strange hall, she was of course blown away, all her sisters were, not so much as a word was said as they marvelled during the entire stretch of the walk, but now they stood before something which had placed even all of that to shame, devoid of any capability to truly understand what was clearly in front of them she questioned herself, unknowingly loud enough for her sisters to hear.
"By the gods"
"Yeah,... I know, I'm starting to believe too" said Keeno,
They were both staring mouths open, though Keeno had her mask, at the set before them, one door seemed drawn from the idea of darkness itself, placed on it was the very depiction of cruelty and hatred, a vile demon which seemed to want to leap out and eat their very souls, devouring them whole and leaving nothing but ruin in its wake, its hand was outstretched as if warding any who may dare attempt to enter what lay beyond.
On the other side, was what could only be described as all beauty given form, the door was created from the very white of the stars, giving birth to a glowing angel, so real was her depiction that Lakyus could see the soft breeze gently moving her garments. She held out her hand as if inviting all to her mercy, her love, her warm and radiant smile calling towards the very dawn of a new day and her wings stretched as if she ready to take flight, to leave behind all mortal thoughts and ascend to the realm of gods, a realm which lay just behind these doors.
As everyone was silent taking in the sight before them, contemplating at what could have possibly created such a wonder, the doors began to swing open.
Tsaindorcus Vaision had experienced much in his ages of life, he had witnessed the rise and fall of the Kings of Avarice, stood by as they butchered his race, rending apart the pride of dragons, and leaving their bodies to drown upon oceans of blood. He had seemed those evil creatures fall and had then their home as his own in order to protect what horrific weapons lay within that floating castle, and though it was true he had bound himself to be the protector of those absurdly destructive weapons, he had also done so for his own greed.
The realm of the Kings of Avarice was littered with treasure, so much that even his draconic lust for it was overwhelmed, and so he kept the horde for himself, his power so secured against any foe that may wish to try and take the castle away from him, and the weapons he possessed form this place were unimaginable, his prized armour, which allowed him to move freely within the world was a relic he had discovered within the confines of that castle.
And now here he was again, standing before overwhelming wealth and it far surpassed the abode of the Kings, the statues he had seen were impressive, though he had seen his fair share of golems to know their worth, when they had arrived before the massive doors, he was wonder stuck at the detail, intricacy and masterful artistry which was placed into creating those bastions, he found himself wanting the, wishing to hold this realm, but when those doors opened, slowly so, allowing them to peer into the vail beyond, what he noticed first, almost to his detriment was the absurdity of wealth which was within this room.
It was a throne room it's the very definition of the word, nay he would go far as to say it might prove the Sorcerer King is divine, to be able to create such a wonder, as he surveyed his surroundings, he saw that the entire room was incredibly wide, and incredibly tall black and gold traced columns extended what seemed like one hundred meters to the ceiling, contrasting against the white walls which held the tone of purity and grace along the whole length of the room, the floor was a reflective stone, so well polished that it seemed like a clear flat mirror, a pond which seemed to make the room go on infinitely in all directions. Towards the ceiling of the room was an array of massive flags, they each possessed sigils he had never seen, but each of them was ornate, beautiful or fiendish.
Hanging down were massive chandeliers, each one emitting such radiance that it seemed as if the very notion of colour and light itself came from them, they bathed the throne room ina mystical, divine aura as if clothing the entire area from any form of darkness. Looking down as he tried to collect him, he was they were standing on a long 15 meter wide deep crimson rug stretched from the entrance of the room towards... It was then he felt it, danger, grave, absolute, guaranteed danger, and his eyes shot towards the end of the carpet and fell upon the silhouettes standing upon a set of stairs.
Slyvin had been more nervous about traversing through the portal than anything he could think of in recent memory, he prayed to the gods, and promised should he return alive, he would take a wife and father a child immediately, as thanks for their protections. He was a wild mix of awe, nervousness, and terror as they walked through the doors, he had been absolutely blown away by the beauty of those doors, and when they entered the throne room he was almost hypnotized by the marvel which was evident here.
'This,... This is a divine place'
He began to think before every instinct he had, every fear which had kept him awake, all the training he had endured wretched him back to reality and his eyes darted to find the source, and as he confirmed, he wished they have never come to this world, this land which was not for the likes of humankind.
Towards the end of the throne room, upon a grand staircase was an array of individuals, each split evenly to have a symmetry he was surprised he found very aesthetic considering the ocean of fear he was currently drowning in, the first to catch his eye was an insect creature, it was blue and quite tall, its body seemingly covered in a light mist which he guessed was frost its four arms hung in a straight and composed manner, seeming calm and collected, as a warrior should be.
'As a warrior should be!
He snapped to himself to try and bring some confidence back into his spirit, but as he moved on his despair only deepened, next to the insect was a well dressed frog creature, it looked slim and proper, it's only debilitating feature being its head, but even from this silly looking thing, he felt he would not be able to so much as scratch it, regardless of how much he struggled.
After the frog was the butler, a welcomed sight as he breathed a slight sigh of relief at some familiarity, he still looked stoic and composed, his figure of pristine confidence, servile, tidy and strong. As he recalled the polite manners of the butler he moved to see what other monsters would comprise the line up and what sight struck him next chilled his soul, across from the butler, dressed in a black and red gown was a petite girl, she had unnaturally large breasts for what her age should be and her figure spoke of high class, but it was her eyes, her eyes which seemed to bore a hole through his soul, the eyes of a vampire. Her eyes were blood red, as if carnage and murder were what fueled her, and she peered straight at him, as if seeing through his mask, he felt sweat run down all over him, as he tried to reason away from the possibility that this was the same vampire they had encountered, the monster which would have devastated his entire team.
Next to the vampire were two dark elves, these he could guess were the ones that were spoken about during the meetings, they did indeed seem average, their manner of dress was very nice and both of them seemed to be healthy growing girls, one was holding onto a staff with both hands, seemingly nervous, while the other exuded confidence, ready for any challenge. As he took in their features he stopped dead, staring, again a familiar sight, both of those darks elves, had heterochromatic eyes, just like Zesshi, before he could complete his scan of the creature on the stairs, he turned to find the Elf King, he eyes bearing straight at the elves, an almost evil sly smile bore on his face, Slyvin turned once more to look at Zesshi, and he found her twitching, her hand wrapped tightly around her scythe, trembling.
'... She's scared, no… she's terrified'
Zesshi had been lost in her anger for quite a while, she was a moment away from forgetting about her orders and rushing to combat her bastard of a father. When everyone had begun to move into the portal she had kept her eyes fixed on the vile specimen, and while she could tell he was strong she was sure she could kill this fiend, and the thought of crushing his head between her hands, of hearing him beg her for mercy and receiving none made her lust for battle grow, she was excited, so excited that she just walked forwards with everyone else almost forgetting what was going on.
While everyone else was busy trying to keep their eyes inside their heads, looking around at whatever this room, she was too distracted by the thought of the revenge she so rightly deserved, this bastard needed to die, and nothing would stop her. Her anger seemed to make her weapon [Bane of Uranus] hungry for blood, it wished to be swung, to sink into flesh and rend limb from limb, and she wanted to, she was slowly making a list, her bastard father, and the armour, that blasted dragonlord she heard was so powerful, well here they all were, just waiting for her to end their miserable existences.
She was so consumed with this fantasy of death and destruction that she did no register standing before the doors and beginning to enter, but as soon as she began walking forwards, something seemed to change in the air, something seemed to be missing. As she tried to find that facet of reality which no longer seemed to exist she quickly looked around and tried to see her surroundings and for the first time in over two hundred years, she was awestruck, the throne room was beyond what she believed could exist in any world, divine or otherwise, but there was still something missing.
She surveyed forwards letting her eyes widen at the first creature upon the staircase towards the end, she was excited again,
'What sort of insect is that?, it's strong, really really strong'
a jovial thought came to her, the idea of battle, and defeat as she began to feel the power emanating from the insect upon the staircase, but she quickly began to feel her smile lessen,
'They're all strong, they're all way too strong'
Each creature she saw was beyond her, their smug smiles confirming that she was less than them, a weird looking Frogman, a very odd girl in the dress, the two little elf girls, they all seemed too powerful, much too powerful, and she did not like it at all, she was afraid of them, why should she be so afraid, but wasn't this good, wouldn't they be a challenge, a de…
The thoughts were cut abruptly as her eyes widen at what she saw next, a woman standing above the line of impossible creatures, she was absolutely beautiful, absolutely divine, her mouth seemed to drop from simply taking in her features. The lustre of her black wings, the soft white of her dress, and the etchings of gold which ran through it, she was heaven sent, a goddess in the flesh, and Zesshi felt her self beyond mesmerized by this woman, this creature she could not fathom, and when she saw her face, the angles of it, the warm inviting smile on it, the way her eyes shone like divine gold, and even her hair, decorated with horns to either side, it was simply breathtaking, by the gods she was beautiful.
The sight of this woman caught her unguarded, unprepared for what came next, she could not keep her eyes glued to this pinnacle of perfection forever and when she dumbfoundedly looked to its right, she froze.
It was finally then that she found her answer, she learned what manner of thing was gone from her surrounds as she caught sight of what sat in the throne when she entered the room, it was sound, noise, everything was quiet, everything was still, and this was its centre.
Zesshi had always been strong, she had always held within herself the confidence of the strong, she could tell when something was weak and when something would be fun to play with, when the demon gods had arrived two hundred years ago and began destroying the world she cursed she could no fight them, but she believed in her power, she knew they would fall to her scythe and beg for death, everything did, everyone always did.
Zesshi knew she was strong, she cursed that she could never fight at her heart's content, but when she arrived and felt the presence of these creatures she felt overwhelmed, she felt pressured, and she felt small, she felt they were stronger, they could kill her, that she could reason, that fact she could understand, she could come to terms with that idea, she knew it was something that she could accept, but this, what she felt now, what she saw now, she could never accept, she could never wrap her mind on this.
Sitting upon a throne of pure crystal, reaching high into this massive mausoleum of a throne room was what she could describe only as the embodiment of oblivion. It wore a pitch black robe lined with gold at the ends, curving towards the pristine white skull and open to expose a glow red orb nestled between its powerful looking ribs, upon its hands, were nine rings, each magnificent in their crafts and feel, magic pouring from them, and within its right hand was an ergonomic staff of entangled serpents, leading into seven heads with seven colour orbs within each mouth.
This was the Sorcerer King, the being who slaughtered hundreds of thousands on the Katze Plains, this was the Sorcerer King, who killed the impressively powerful Demon Emperor Jaldabaoth. This was the Sorcerer King, who struck fear into the hearts of those little Cardinals and the entire council. Yet being in front of it, him, now, she felt absolutely nothing, not a drop of power, not an ounce of strength, and it absolutely terrified her.
Zesshi felt cold looking upon him as if she was gazing deep into nothing, into the void, she felt oblivion pull at her very presence, as if her very existence was subject to disappear, to be reduced to nothing, forgotten as if she never existed.
She was absolutely terrified, not from the idea of being defeated, not from the possible thought of victory, or the sort from the gaze of a predatory beast waiting to harm her. No, she did not feel afraid because she feared she would be weak in front of the Sorcerer King. She was afraid because she knew she was nothing to the Sorcerer King, a simple decoration among the world, to be plucked and tossed away like litter, and as her mind registered what was going on, her body reacted, trembling with a primordial fear, something rooted so deep within all living beings that she could never escape.
Zesshi Zetsumei, the proclaimed strongest of the God-kin, herald of death and protector of humanity, for the first time in her life, did not want to fight.
Raymond for his part was trying his best to remember whom he would be meeting, after entering into this so-called tomb he could hardly believe his eyes, over and over and over and over again, the doors which had opened and allowed them entry into this magnificent cacophony of light, colour, beauty, and sheer divine majesty must have been the very doors to heaven. Yes Raymond was doing his best to remember he was not dead, and this was not the hall of his six gods, but damn was it hard.
As they were led deeper into the throne room, everyone present was again surveying each inch of this grand palace, taking in every corner, every facet so as to retain for themselves even a portion of this magnificence, even if just in their minds.
It was then that Raymond notices how Zesshi was moving, he had known her a very long time, and had known of her personality traits and habits, he knew of her confidence and general apathy to most situations, he lethargy when it came to everything which did not involve fighting.
He saw her take in the room, watched as her hands gripped tightly the divine weapon given to her, he continued with intrigue as he saw her seemingly lose her grip, and for a moment seemed distracted, before finally he body began to shake, slightly at first, but as the time continued, he saw her completely relax around her scythe, seemingly discarding it to lean against her body, her hands dropping down almost lifelessly to her sides, his eyes widened as at first he believed she was affected by some form of magic or attack, it was only when he quickly rushed to look where her masked face was pointing that he began to understand, it was then he began to truly comprehend her state, she was not attacked, she was absolutely terrified.
Raymond heard audible swallows, and gasps from the group, but none of that mattered, every instinct in his body, all the training he went through, was screaming for him to run, to flee this place, and this being as quickly and as far as possible, to hide in the deepest depths of the world and wait for death to separate him from this life which hosted what laid before him.
Raymond could no longer reason to himself anymore, there was no longer any bit of him which doubted emperor Jircniv's words, he felt them to be true,
'He's letting us all live'
Sitting upon a beautifully ornate throne, made seemingly on a single crystal, was what he could only describe as fear and divinity, it was true he was terrified, but more so he was awestruck by his majesty, every bit of the Sorcerer King's form told of undeniable confidence, it was the sort of being who made worlds move with simple words, lifted entire peoples with a single speech or condemn even the stars with but a gesture, this was the absolute form of a ruler, a living God.
Raymond had always held strong in his faith and it was the part of him which could justify all the things he and his peers had done, all the decisions which had to have been made, for the betterment of humanity. Yet there had always also been something which questioned it all, he had seen demi-human mothers scream as they killed their children, people hurt as they exacted their gods justice, and part of him always questioned it all, ever since the advent of the Sorcerer King, he had been cautious to think of him as anything but an undead, an evil stain upon the world which sought to kill all for the simple sake of pleasure, but as he heard report after report, his questions piled on, his thoughts clouded, and he found his justification for hating became less and less, it turned from hate to dislike, from dislike to caution, and caution to intrigue. His arrival in the city, bustling and full of life, full of wealth and its citizens happy drove his intrigue further. The words from the member of Blue Rose, had admittedly moved him more than he cared to let on, he truly could not find justification for the actions he had seen, to hate the Sorcerer King, and now, here at the foot of this being he had heard so much about, a part of him felt keen to believe it was worthy of worship.
"Welcome, all of you honoured guests" his voice rang out as if filling the entire space between them, it was powerful, deep, filled with wisdom and surety in his position and his power, Raymond could feel it reverberate throughout his body.
"I am the King of the Sorcours King, and Master of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Ainz Ooal Gown!"
Raymond was dumbfounded, he could do little but stand and stare, his whole body rejecting to heed any of his commands, he noticed that Prime Minister Renner and Emperor Jircniv, as well as their respective entourages, had fallen to a knee, bowing deeply as a sign of respect to this god given form.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you ,your Majesty, I am Queen Draudillon Oriculus, Queen of the Dragon Kingdom" spoke the dragon queen, a feeling of complete respect evident in her words, Raymond was surprised she did not fall to her knees as well, he was surprised they all didn't.
"We are happy to finally meet you Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal Gown, we are the High Council of the Argland Council State, I am Allelida Tarne, I am also known as the Worm Dragonlord"
"A pleasure indeed, I am Allotrope Yionvis, I am also referred to as the Diamond Dragonlord."
"And I am his twin Igneous Yionvis, the Obsidian Dragonlord"
Finally, as well as their respective entourages, to be a slight pause before the Platinum Dragon Lord spoke, seemingly trying to compose himself,
"I am the Platinum Dragonlord, Tsaindorcus Vaision" he spoke in a respectful but cautious tone, clearly keeping his guard.
He looked to the Blue Sky Dragonlord, the clear fear in his eyes very contrast to his arrogant attitude from earlier, he then spoke in a quiet manner.
"I am the Blue SKy Dragonlord, Suveria Myronsilk" he nodded his head once and kept it in a low position, trying to keep to himself and not attract any unwanted attention from the clearly superior Sorcerer King.
The Elf king gave a weirdly hesitant response, intruding himself while not completely looking at the Sorcerer King, taking glances at the two Elf children upon the stairs, Raymond felt sick thinking about his intentions, but was interested to know what would happen to the arrogant bastard should he try to stow away the elves, clearly their master would not be happy about anyone bringing harm to them, perhaps this meeting would finally doom the Elf Kingdom.
It was finally time for them to introduce themselves, the Sorcerer King looked to them the literal flames within his eyes surveying their existences, but strangely it was not a look of general superiority of even contempt, it almost seemed as if he knew they were almost nothing, the feeling weighing upon Raymond.
"I am the Pontifex Maximus of the Slane Theocracy…"
As the members began to name themselves, Raymond waited with anxious breath, he silently hard the anger evident in Dominic's voice as he introduced himself, but Raymond was too busy calming himself to deal with that fools desire to destroy himself,
'He still doesn't get the situation does he'
He cursed him in his mind as they continued.
… Ginedine Delan Gueifi... I am the Cardinal of Fire, Berenice Nagua Santini" she said with a bow
Finally, it was his turn, he swallowed his courage and looked at the king, and froze as he saw that the Sorcerer King was already meeting his gaze, he stood for a moment forcing his body to comply, wishing his voice to not waiver.
"I am the Cardinal of Earth, Raymond Zarg Lauransan, it's a pleasure to meet you, your Majesty"
"I am pleased that everyone decided to come, this summit will be like nothing this world has ever seen!" he said as he stood,
his staff floating next to him as if the very laws of the world mattered not, and while Raymond knew it was magic, he could not help but be awed by every movement he made
[Gate] he spoke, and again a black hole rendered reality apart, he motioned for everyone to follow him
"This way, the summit hall will be had on the ninth floor"
It was then Raymond thought quickly,
'Floor? wait ninth?!'
As he took time to think he remembered that there was no grand building near E-Rantel, nothing which could have easily held such a grand and obviously massive structure that they were all in, nothing they would not have seen, this dawning realization frightened him, where were they, could they have been transported to come far off place, …. Or perhaps some far off world?
'Are we truly in the realm of a god?'
He tried to steel himself and began to walk again towards the unknown.
