The hall was quiet in the wake of Herohero's exit, at the head of the guild table sat the Overlord Momonga to the far left of him was the Nazgûl Obsidian who was sitting with a relaxed posture. Obsidian wore a set of blackened armor that had gold highlights running around the edges of each piece. On each forearm was a set of three blades, a potentially deadly surprise for any attacker. On his back was a tattered purple cloak whose hood covered half of his eyes. "It brings me great sorrow to see that despite the strength of the forty-one and Nazarick only we remain to face the end," Obsidian spoke in a low, somber tone as he stared at the now-empty seat.
"Well look on the bright side at least he came, even if it was only for a few minutes," Momonga said the last part under his breath, Obsidian only nodded before standing up and grabbing the iron-colored mask that had been resting on the tabletop. Momonga briefly feared that Obsidian was going to leave but after a moment or two he had to repress a chuckle at the thought, Obsidian was an avid role player and he lived his role more than any other member of the guild, he wouldn't miss the end for the world. He turned his attention back to the Nazgûl who was now standing in front of the guild weapon, his mask dangling loosely in one of his gauntlet-clad hands.
"So much work to make it, a shame that it just sat here to gather dust," Obsidian said as he briefly turned his head to get a half glance at Momonga who had stood up and walked to Obsidian's side. Momonga nodded as he reached out and grabbed the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown before turning to his guildmate who had moved back a few steps and held his hand that didn't have the mask out towards the door. With a nod, Momonga opened the door and walked through it with Obsidian following. During their walk, Obsidian put on his mask and they talked about the good old days, the most annoying enemies they had fought, the day that the guild alliance attempted to take Nazarick, and about their now long gone guildmates. Through the walk, they found Sebas and the Pleiades and now had more walking partners. Their walk ended in the throne room where Momonga sat on the Throne of Kings while Obsidian stood next to it almost opposite of Albedo.
Momonga looked at Albedo, noticing that she had a world item and choosing to ignore it in honor of his friend. He then opened the information on her and quickly scrolled through the various pages before stopping dumbfounded at the end. There in plain text was the sentence Albedo is a bitch, Momonga heard a faint chuckle from Obsidian. "While changing who someone is would normally be something I would recommend against doing, I think you are trustworthy enough to try it." Momonga let out a small laugh as he looked at the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown and then erased the sentence before pausing.
"What should I replace it with?" He asked Obsidian who put his hand where his chin would be if he weren't wearing his mask.
"She remembers all of the forty-one and will honor them once they are all gone. One last tribute to the guild, or you could have her be madly in love with you." He said after a while of thinking, Momonga couldn't resist the temptation and did both causing Obsidian to laugh in amusement and Momonga to laugh out of embarrassment. There were less than thirty seconds left before the server shut down now and the two supreme beings stared out into the throne room until Obsidian spoke up. "While we may never meet again, you and the rest of the forty-one are my greatest friends and I will never forget any of you." Momonga smiled despite his avatar not being able to show it.
"I doubt I'll be able to forget any of us either. Good luck Obsidian."Momonga said as the timer ticked. 23:59:55…23:59:56…23:59:57…
"Fortune favor you, Momonga." 23:59:59…00:00:00…00:00:01…00:00:02...