Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord. That belongs to Kugane Maruyama, and all illustrations are made by So-Bin.
"What?"
Momonga was completely nonplussed by the sight before him.
Anarchy.
He had left them alone for a moment. Thirty seconds, max. What happened while he was gone?
"What in the fuck?" Peroroncino was floating above the Round Table. His wings were barely moving, but there was a noticeable buffeting wind emanating from him.
Everyone's clothes, capes, and tendrils were being blown in the winds. Even Bukubukuchaguma was rippling in a way that was clearly caused by the gusts, which shouldn't have happened because player to player interactive visual effects weren't a thing.
Ulbert Alain Odle was roaring like a furnace, an incredible wave of heat so realistic it distorted the air pouring from the demon's mouth, laughing like the unholy offspring of a diesel engine and a flamethrower.
Off to the side of the room, Punitto Moe was admiring his own arm, and from where he was standing Momonga could see the vines and branch like limbs of his body twisting and tangling like snakes. The Death Vine was a tight entanglement of vegetation and flora, his body composed of living plant matter bound into creating a spirit like being. At least, that's what the lore said. Momonga was slightly concerned by the fact that he could see incredible detail in his character, far too real than what he had ever noticed in him before.
"A graphics update? No, Yggdrasil two?" Tabula Smaragdina commented. Momonga was only barely aware of how he knew it was Tabula speaking, when he had never heard the man speak in such a grotesquely warped manner. The illithid's body glowed a strange colour Momonga had never quite seen before, while his petrified skin glistened with a thin film of viscous fluid.
"So it was... what? Some kind of ad? A way of baiting people in, or changing up the world before boom, Yggdrasil two point oh?" Even Peroroncino's voice had a certain quality to it, like a cruel edge, with an inflection of something fierce buried in it. He flexed his wings before alighting in the middle of the table, his golden armoured feet touching down with a hint of smoke wafting up from between his razor-edged talons. The raptor's feathers had gained also the super realistic high-definition look that everyone else boasted.
"No. I don't believe so." Nishikienrai's voice sounded like it had dropped twenty octaves. The half golem turned shadow sounded like he had been born with a beard, and possibly smoking, too. He held his hands out in front of him and studied them in great detail, before he pressed his palms together and rubbed them slowly, producing a sound like a one-ton cinder block being dragged over concrete.
"Then what? Cause this is way too strange. You know? Because, I can see, like, everywhere. And it's kind of freaky." Bukubukuchaguma at least sounded no different from her normal self, if a little too smooth with her enunciation. Although she was a voice actor, so maybe she was just panicking?
And speaking of panicking, Momonga had this suppressed feeling that something incredibly bizarre was happening right in front of him, but for the life of him couldn't comprehend the situation. He didn't know how to react and couldn't understand how he was so calm while his friends behaved so strangely.
Touch Me and Yamaiko had engaged in some kind of game, attempting to slap each other's hands, their limbs nothing but a blur in Momonga's eyes. As he watched, the two moved faster and faster before he lost sight of their hands. The two's arms just blurred out of existence close to their shoulders, yet even as he watched their arms became perfectly clear to him, but he knew they hadn't slowed down, he had just focused a little more on their rapidly moving limbs.
Wait.
'That's not how it works.' Momonga stared in fascination as Yamaiko grew desperate, until eventually Touch Me slapped her hand, his own gauntlet covered hand vanishing into an even higher speed than she could keep up with.
The resounding slap ruptured like an explosion, startling the others into forgoing their own self examinations to look at the pair.
"The heck, guys?" Blue Planet floated above his seat; trickles of light turned fluid flowed from his being before curling up into mesmerising waves of shimmering glitter. The elemental hunched over, covering his ears at the sound of the bomb blast that rattled the heavy chairs on the floor.
"Ow." Yamaiko's expression of pain was equally filled with wonder.
"Sorry." Touch Me clicked out in response, his voice scratched like a blown-out speaker, sounding like his own, only crackly. The paladin's armour had always glowed with a soft light, but its current luminescence was something only seen out of fairy tales. The light even looked friendly.
Meanwhile, Ulbert's demonic laughter had become a mad cackling. He held his arms up in a manner that Momonga recognised as one of his favoured poses for dramatic celebration.
"And would you shut the fuck up!" Blue Planet bellowed at the demon, his voice warping from his own into a choir of furious harmony.
"Oh. Sorry." Ulbert snapped back to reality, his body still shaking as he suppressed his giddiness. His pupils were as dark as the void, drawing in the golden glow of his iris over the likewise shadowy sclera. His grin spoke of mirth and malice both swimming beneath the thinnest veneer of civility presented by the chaotic being.
"Why are you laughing? In case you haven't noticed, we have a bit of a situation here." Bukubukuchaguma piped up. Almost immediately, Ulbert shook again, his eyes crinkled in glee.
"Oh, I've noticed alright. More than you have, of that, I'm sure." Ulbert gloated.
Subconsciously, Momonga was reeling over the situation that everyone was currently in. Something had happened that he hadn't quite managed to grasp, and was currently eluding him. He might have been frustrated if he wasn't so completely unaware of exactly what was wrong. He was slowly putting together that everything was too real, and that clearly something massive had happened, when Ulbert revealed something that even he couldn't have predicted.
"Isekai." Ulbert relished the word like a starving man unleashed upon a feast.
"No." Uttered Punitto Moe, the plant man dropping his arms in disbelief.
"Yes."
"No!" Touch Me and Yamaiko denied, their forms stunned in shock.
"Yes!" Ulbert, Peroroncino, and Tabula roared in triumph. Even Momonga felt a burst of excitement.
Isekai. No Fucking way.
No. Fucking. Way.
Momonga looked at his own skeletal hands protruding from his robes. The silken fabrics that composed his divine class casters robes draped cleanly over the bone white...bones of his arms. His long, spindly fingers were clearly attached, despite there being no connective tissue, ligaments, or muscles holding them together. The bone itself was smooth and free of flesh, yet did not fall away from each other, held together by some unknown means. Normally, it was only a bit of programming and graphical data that showed him this way, but he intuitively perceived that this was true no longer.
Suddenly, Momonga's mind was inundated with information that he barely perceived moments ago. His menu and visual interface had vanished, and yet he just knew how much health and mana he had, including his current status. His minimap was gone, yet he could clearly envision the entirety of Nazarick in his mind's eye.
Momonga looked at the flooring and saw intricate details that he knew weren't there when they had left. He inspected the chairs of the forty-one around the Round Table, and noticed the exquisitely fine workmanship of the carving, as well as how finely woven the fabrics were. Around the room, the black and white pillars with golden marbling gleamed in the magical light cast from the brilliant chandelier above them, and he noticed the infinitesimally small reflections of the precious gems embedded like stars in the magically shadowed ceiling above.
Momonga could list a hundred different ways in which the above changes were impossible to implement, even with the top technology of their time. Intuitively, he knew.
Once it had been said, Momonga didn't doubt for a second that they had been isekai'd.
"Extraordinary." He uttered, unable to help himself.
"Isn't it, though?"
Momonga turned at Ulbert's address.
Momonga felt a brief surge of excitement swell up inside him before it was swept away in a moment of clarity. "Wait, but what about Touch Me and Yamaiko? What about their families?"
Ulbert paused, looking back at the two who had already made that conclusion. While this might have been everyone's fantasy, leaving a loving family behind was also everyone's greatest nightmare.
"How are we supposed to believe we're in another world?" Touch Me asked hastily. "We haven't even checked outside."
"Hey, who're you trying to convince?" Ulbert replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "You aren't denying it." He supplied, pointedly.
However, in that moment, Yamaiko vanished, a clear sign of teleportation, with her destination apparent to everyone present.
Without hesitation, Momonga teleported himself to the guild's entrance, predicting her destination. He arrived in the open cemetery of the ground floor, or the first floor if you were pedantic, where Yamaiko stood gazing up at the clear night sky in awe. An instant later, the other guild members appeared beside them, all of them looking up too in response to their friends' astonishment.
"Woah."
Whoever spoke summed up their feelings entirely. No amount of graphical updates, simulations, modelling, or playback could ever reproduce something as beautiful as the night sky above them. The ever-murky toxic fumes pretending to be a viable atmosphere could not compare to the gentle clouds softly illuminated in the light of the full moon. The moon shined radiant, silver light down on the group, turning Touch Me's armour into a flashlight as it reflected everything much brighter than it naturally should have. The stars sparkled like jewels, and Momonga remembered that he had just made that comparison in the Meeting Room.
Honestly, he couldn't tell which was more beautiful, but if he had to pick, he would choose the stars, because he could tell they were real.
Faintly, Momonga also wondered exactly how he had teleported here, having done so more instinctively rather than as a result of conscious, affirmative action. He looked down at the innocuous Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown, sitting pretty amongst the many other rings that adorned his hands.
'Teleportation magic, huh?'
Only slightly puzzled, Momonga somehow inferred that the Ring's magic was more intuitive, a passive effect rather than the active spell he knew he could cast. He didn't know why he knew that, or how he knew it, only that he knew it to be true.
"Beautiful!"
"Yeah, I can't believe it."
"Definitely not in Helheim anymore."
"No swamp either."
Momonga listened to his friends' observations, half enraptured by the beauty of the night sky and caught in wanting to pursue his line of thought surrounding magic.
"Without a doubt. This is another world. Technology can't do this, of that I'm certain." Said Ulbert.
"But how? This, can't be possible?" The gurgling voice of Yamaiko seemed rougher, and Momonga attributed it to distress in having left her little sister behind. "How the hell did this happen?"
"You know, to be honest, I have no bloody idea." Peroroncino answered abruptly. "And right now I couldn't care less."
"Peroroncino!"
With a flourish and a massive gust of wind, the avian player leapt into the skies, creating a shock wave as he ascended faster than their old human eyes could follow. As it was, the players could easily track his blistering pace with their new forms, not losing sight of him for a moment, even as they knew he was climbing vertically faster than sound.
Wordlessly, Momonga cast fly and lifted off in pursuit of his friend. One by one his friends also took off, using their own methods of flight to follow him into the night. Although it was dark out, Momonga could see everything perfectly, even if the moon was quite bright, his dark vision allowed him to see in places where there was no light.
"What took you so long?" Peroroncino asked, having waited for his friends to catch up to him far above the surface of the world.
"There's no need to hurry. Just enjoy the late-night flight." Tabula placated him. The illithid's own scaly, draconic wings beat behind him in a solid impression of a mini-Cthulhu.
"There's all the reason in the world to hurry! We don't know if this is real, or permanent, or some kind of cyber kidnapping! But I sure as hell want to experience this world while it lasts. Look!" Peroroncino flung his arms out, gesturing at the world below them. The players all turned to see what their friend was referring to.
"Oh." Tabula summarised.
"Oh my." Blue Planet whispered, completely mesmerised by the vista of pure nature that stretched beyond all horizons.
Under the light of the full moon, the world sparkled like silver glitter had been sprinkled upon the deep forests, lakes, mountains, and plains. They were just high enough that they could perceive the curve of the horizon, but not so high up they couldn't distinguish between individual trees, easily dozens of meters tall. Or maybe that was their newly improved bodies.
"Glorious, isn't it?" Peroroncino grinned, an odd sight to behold on the man as his feathers and beak moulded beneath his gilded plate mask.
"Never have I believed such a day would come." Blue Planet whispered. "But I have never stopped dreaming."
For the moment, the guild members stopped their playful bickering and banter to let the nature lover drink his fill of a world unspoiled. All knew of his passion regarding nature, and his raw hate for the ones who ruined their old world.
"If this is a dream, then I never want to wake up." Punitto Moe broke the silence.
Momonga then remembered that the pragmatist was almost as much a nature enthusiast as Blue Planet, if not as hostile as his fellow nature themed player.
"And on that note, how do we wake up?" Nishikienrai brought them back to their current situation. "Not that I want to leave. But there's no console or anything. What happened to the menu?"
"No clue." Said Yamaiko. "I gave the GM call a go earlier, too. Got nothing."
"Anyone tried to sever the connection with the ol' terms of service and EULA violation yet?" Amanomahitotsu brought up. The players all turned as one to stare at the—admittedly odd—hovering crab monster. "What?"
"First of all, how? And who would volunteer to- "
"Fuck yeah!" Peroroncino yelled, hand groping beneath the golden bridle of his armoured waistline. "Woo-hoo! Yeah, baby!"
"Disgusting." Bukubukuchaguma spat in revulsion, huffing and floating far away from the unrepentant pervert. The floating ball of goo was a strange sight indeed, especially when it looked like it was trying not to vomit. Momonga absently wondered how he could infer these details from a formless blob, as he too stared in judgement at the perverted bird.
"Wait! I wasn't playing with myself!" the Birdman stopped what he was doing and franticly defended himself. "I was just checking the goods. Turns out, it's there, and it's real! I was just checking! This can't be a game, because this shit wasn't allowed. You guys believe me, right? Right, guys?!"
They all floated away from the consummate hedonist.
"I was just proving that I wouldn't get kicked, 'cause I know this isn't a game anymore! I was only being thorough. That must prove this is real, right?" Peroroncino parroted weakly.
Ulbert made a noise of not quite acknowledgement, not quite disgust. "Well, that's one way of proving it. Could have done without the public self help, though." The demon pulled at the edge of his own waistcoat, peered down and hummed. "Though it does seem to be a point in favour."
"Right... anything else?" Yamaiko skipped past the last thirty seconds and repressed that moment from her life.
The players hovered in the air, the only sound being the whistling of a high-altitude wind and the rhythm of multiple wingbeats.
"Then we are in agreement, that this is a new world?" Momonga decided to finally place a bit more order into their wild floundering. He took pride in the fact that his guild mates straightened up at the sound of his voice. He was never really one to demand discipline and formality from his friends, quite the opposite really, which is why they showed him such respect. At least in an official capacity.
"Aye." Spoke the majority, all but two raising a limb in agreement.
"But what about our families? Or our friends? Everyone in the real world? Or...old world?" Touch Me asked, voice quiet as he contemplated never seeing his family again.
Silence followed, as everyone acknowledged the paladin's plight. Both Touch Me and Yamaiko had left beloved family behind. Everyone remembered it was Yamaiko who first checked outside to prove if the change was real or not, and that they had never answered this question earlier.
"Then you would choose to go back?" Ulbert asked intently.
"What? Hell no. No way! I'm staying here, I'm definitely not going back to that broken world!"
"Oh." Ulbert faltered, stepping back mid-air. "I could have sworn that you would- "
"Instead," Touch Me interjected. "I would have my family brought here, to this world."
A dawning hope sparked to life in Momonga's undead heart.
"Indeed. I wouldn't go back either. Not even for my sister. She'll do just fine on her own. But, I would have her here, with me." Said Yamaiko, adamantly.
"And so, we shall." Momonga declared, the embers of hope blazing into resolution. "We shall have them all brought here. Our families, and our friends. What is this new world, if not a new beginning for us all? We have our new bodies."
He brought up a skeletal fist before him. "Strong, and powerful. We have our magic." He mindlessly cast an eighth-tier explosion far above them, illuminating the sky like a midnight sun. "We can do this!"
"And how do you figure we do that, supreme leader?" Tabula asked, raising a lidless brow while gazing up at the magnificent display of magical might.
"All I know is that we are here. Which means it's happened once. We can make it happen again." Momonga stated confidently. "We're Ainz Ooal Gown, we can do anything we set our minds to. Such a power definitely exists, and we won't stop until all of our loved ones are here too. All of our families. Our fellow guild mates. We'll bring everyone to this new world, so we can enjoy this paradise together!"
All of his friends noticeably perked up, his hope spreading amongst them in a conflagration of determined energy.
"We are Ainz Ooal Gown, and this name shall never know defeat!"
"Ainz Ooal Gown!"
"Hail!"
All the monsters flying high above the lush, fertile world celebrated the beginning of a journey that they wouldn't ever stop until that dream had been achieved. Their worries and doubts were drowned in the hope of bringing all the ones they cared about here into paradise. Nothing could shake them from this purpose that would define them until they had accomplished it, or torn down everything in the way to achieve it.
"But what plan do we have for this world?" Blue Planet's voice cut in sharply, his countenance severe. "I will not have this world ruined like it was before! What will happen to this young world, that doesn't know the kind of monsters we were to our own?"
Touch Me held out his hands in a placating way.
"We won't let anything happen to this world. We all saw the state of the planet, too. Nothing like that will happen here. Right, everyone?"
"Agreed." Momonga confirmed. "None of us would dare to spoil such perfect world. This will be a paradise for us to enjoy."
"And how do you propose we actually do that? We know nothing about this place. We just agreed to bring everyone here. Okay. Don't know how to do that, yet. But what about the planet itself?" Nishikienrai chimed in.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what about this world? Are there other players here?"
That one stopped Momonga cold. He hadn't even thought for a moment about other players being present in this world. They could have all wondered off and been PK'd one by one without even realising they weren't alone. Everyone began murmuring between themselves at the prospect.
"Then we explore. Carefully." Punitto Moe proposed. "No one can breach Nazarick. We'd only need to explore as a group. Get a feel for the world."
"And the natives?" Touch Me pressed. "What if this world is inhabited? Do we just waltz up to them and introduce ourselves? What do we do if they're hostile? What if they're more powerful than us?"
This time, everyone fell silent. That was something no one had quite thought of yet. The world may already be inhabited. But by what? Humans? Gods? Fellow heteromorphs?
But the even bigger question was just where exactly on the totem pole they stood.
"We're level one hundred players, PKK specialists, with gear that is each as powerful as a god. What could harm us here?" Bukubukuchaguma snorted.
"Yes, in the game, that was true. But what if here we're nothing but level one scrubs compared to the top dogs?" Peroroncino sniped back, cutting in against his sister. "Come to think of it, just how strong are we, really? Are we still as strong as we were in the game?"
"Momonga just cast eighth tier explosion. I think it's safe to say we still have our power." Tabula deadpanned.
"And our gear?"
Everyone took stock of their own equipment. Momonga felt the power coursing through the cloak draped over his being, as well as all of his other equipment.
"I don't see why not." Tabula shrugged back. "If we're here as our player avatars, and our magic and skills work, then there's no reason to believe that other things have changed."
The words made sense, but it was another thing to know exactly how that compared to any natives.
"That still doesn't mean that we're any more powerful than the locals, though." Momonga mused aloud. "True, we could hold all the strength of our characters, but that means nothing if everyone and their dog has the power of World Enemies."
Everyone present shivered. That was a truly unpleasant thought to them all, especially since they would struggle to best one, even if all forty-one were present.
"Then we'll just have to find out. We explore, and we very, very carefully interact with the locals, whether they're humans, or other players or whatever." Nishikienrai was convinced, the advice reassuringly sound from the player renown for his reckless solo expeditions. "We make sure we're safe. We summon our friends. We look after the world. All's well that ends well, and if anything crops up, we deal with it one problem at a time."
"Very well. But how do you propose we do that?" Blue Planet asked, relentless. "Look after the world, I mean.
"How do we guarantee that this world won't fall like our last one? If we start bringing people here, then eventually we're going to need resources, surely. You don't think anyone won't want to leave and build homes in this place?"
"Then we regulate what happens. I doubt anyone will want to turn this place into something like that shithole." Ulbert supplied magnanimously. "In fact, the solution is really rather quite simple."
"And what wisdom have you to provide on the sanctity and preservation of the natural world, oh World Disaster?" Tabula breeched with a roll of his milky eyes at the demon.
"World Domination, of course."
"Oh, of course. How silly of me."
"We just established that we have no idea how powerful the natives are and now you want us to fight them?" Amanomahitotsu asked disbelievingly. "And we just said we were going to protect this world."
"Domination. Conquest. Not destruction." Ulbert clarified, arms spread wide in invitation. "If we're no match for the locals, then we simply recede and live our lives in obscurity.
"But if we're able, then our plan should be to ensure that no one upsets this paradise. If we establish ourselves as the pre-eminent power in the world, then no one will contest us when we say we're saving this planet from becoming like that cesspit of a world." He bowed grandiosely. "I propose that we must conquer this world, so we can protect it."
Cue silence.
"We could rule justly, just as you've always wanted to, Touch-san." Ulbert greased the wheels. "Installing ourselves as rulers, no one would dare to harm this world. Not with us protecting it."
He implored to Blue Planet. "If there's no one else here, then it'll be easy. If there are others, then we do as Nishikienrai said. We withdraw and live our lives, hidden away from the world forever."
"What do you mean forever?" Punitto Moe snapped up.
"We're heteromorphs. We're immortal." Ulbert replied with a grin.
"How do you figure that?"
"Simple. I feel my power coursing through my veins. I know it as I live and breath. That, and check out Momonga."
Momonga looked around quickly as everyone turned their eyes on him. Caught up in Ulbert's talk about immortality, he had reached an arm inside of his chest cavity, threading his fingers into his ribcage from the inside, searching for any organs that were no longer needed.
"That proves that our bodies are real. Heck, he doesn't have anything in there. Which means he really is undead, and that our bodies are real." The incarnation of disaster grinned once more, eyes aglow with a primordial fervour. "I am a demon god, a master of magic without equal, and I say we defend this world.
"What say you?"
All still staring at Momonga, he realised that he had just been propositioned, and hurried to raise it as guild master.
"What say you?" Momonga repeated. Both Ulbert and Nishikienrai had solid arguments, and despite any misgivings he may have had he could find no fault within their plans.
"Aye."
"Aye." One by one all of his friends voted in accord, hands raised once more to secure their vote. Finally, only Touch Me and Blue Planet had yet to cast their votes. The guild members present had already cast a majority vote, but waited for what the two had to say to reach unanimity.
"This will be done in preservation of this world? And that we won't destroy it in our efforts to conquer it?" Blue Planet asked tentatively.
"It is as you say. As guild master, I vouch that this is true." Momonga swore, adding it to the stipulations of the accord.
"And there will be no unreasonable conquest. It will be done justly and be taken seriously. This isn't a game anymore. We're talking about people's lives! We're talking about possibly antagonising locals. We won't become the monsters of our world that step on others to achieve power." Touch Me intoned gravely.
"Nay." Momonga refuted, shocked that Touch Me would suggest that they might carelessly ruin lives. As if he would thoughtlessly inflict such pain on the world needlessly, like the monsters in power of their own world. "As guild master, I swear that we will not become like the ones that ruined our own world. It will be just and fair. No undue suffering will be left in our wake. Not if we can help it."
All turned to the two, studying them as they all reaffirmed their votes in accordance with Momonga's will.
"Aye." They cast again and waited for the remaining two to vote. Touch Me and Blue Planet both seemed content, and raised their hands in favour.
"Aye."
"Aye."
"And so we are in accord." Momonga stated imperiously. "We are Ainz Ooal Gown, and this name shall be known throughout the lands as the supreme authority in this world!
"Ainz Ooal Gown!"
"Hail!"
"..."
"Fuck, that's so cheesy." Bukubukuchaguma retched comically. "Who even came up with that shit?"
The others began cackling wildly as Momonga felt a little embarrassment creep up within him. It was washed away when he felt that it'd do no good to refute it now.
"Hey, when we were players, it was a cheeky bit of fun." Momonga responded. "But we're all-powerful immortals now. That makes it epic." He pointed upwards as if delivering a final verdict.
"Damned chuuni." She patted his bony cheek mockingly. "Whatever you say."
"Pfft, yeah, and what was that about 'we shall be known as the supreme authority in the world'? We just said that we might be powerless here, and we might have to hide from the world." Said Punitto Moe, a leafy vine raised questioningly over his golden eyes.
"Eh, you know what I mean." Momonga shrugged helplessly. "Sometimes I don't have enough time to make this shit up properly, man. I wing it."
The group continued to banter mid-air, the high-altitude wind and cool night air posing no problems to the max level players in the sky. Momonga felt nothing but serenity, being surrounded by his friends in a new world. He felt that there were an awful amount of problems just waiting to raise their heads and bite them, but for the moment he was entirely at peace. He felt no panic over his current state, nor anxiety or fear. As long as he had his friends with him, he was content.
"If we have been isekai'd, then that means it has been done once. We can do it again." Momonga repeated.
"Yeah, but that means that something did this. Something or someone." Tabula Smaragdina spoke up from beside him, the occultist making his contribution. "If it was a spell or some kind of divine will, then that means someone wanted this to happen, which means there are greater powers out there. This is the kind of stuff in the realm of World Items. That, or actual gods."
Momonga accepted the comments with the helpful intent they were given with, and not the despair such words could inflict.
"True, but we don't know that for certain, and either way it doesn't really matter. Either we can do this, or we can't, and we are either powerful contenders for this world, or our will means nothing." Momonga concluded honestly, feeling no fear or apprehension as he did so. He almost wondered why he felt so self assured, but didn't bother to question it.
"Well, until we come up with any more ideas, we should head back and regroup. Take stock of our inventory and see if anything else has changed in the guild. We have become real, but to what extant does that really mean to us? And does this affect the guild?" Punitto Moe spoke louder than the others' conversations, cutting them off and taking the lead.
"Alright. We'll just fly down and inspect the guild, then? Let's go- " Peroroncino cut himself off and stared dumbfounded at the Tomb. Everyone peered back at the bird man who was staring wide eyed in shock at something below them. Looking down, all they saw directly beneath themselves were a vast plain and the surface cemetery and tomb entrance that made up the first level of Nazarick.
"What? What do you see?" Touch Me drew closer and cast his sight about sternly.
"There." Whispered Peroroncino in a strangled voice. "Can't you see her?"
"Your vision is much greater than ours, Peroroncino-san." Yamaiko reminded him gently. "Where is she? Who do you see?"
Momonga strained to make out any precise details in the graveyard a dozen kilometres below them. His vision was vastly superior to that of his human eyesight, of this he was certain. He could see individual trees, grave markers, cenotaphs, and tombstones within the courtyard, but wasn't able to spot who he was referring to.
"There, walking between the open pillars. There she is!" Peroroncino gasped.
Momonga continued to look, and finally he could distinguish an extremely petite form in a dark dress against in the shadow of the Great Tomb's entryway cast by the moon.
"Shalltear."