Silence reigned in the throne room as the two supreme beings sat/stood confused about why they were still in Nazarick. "Did the devs push back the server shutdown?" Momonga thought as he stared bewildered at the sight of the throne room. "Obsidian what's going on?" Momonga asked the Nazgûl standing next to the throne only to slightly frighten himself by the sound of his own voice, that fear distracted him from Obsidian's lack of a response. "Lord Momonga are you alright?" Albedo's silky smooth voice asked with an expression of concern and confusion marring her face before Momonga could respond Obsidian groaned, drawing the attention of the room. Obsidian was hunched over as he stood his hands on his chest, he swayed in place as he let out a raspy and labored breath. With each moment he seemed to struggle more and more to squeeze out another breath, the fear that came with the wait for the next breath quickly erasing any semblance of decorum as Momonga, Sebas, the Pleiades, and Albedo rushed to his side as he finally slumped to the ground on his knees.
Obsidian then clenched his left hand, the one that wore his ring and the guild ring, the moment he did this the faintly carved writing on his ring glowed a sickly green and he gave a series of deep desperate coughs and gasps. After a few minutes Obsidian was breathing at a steady pace and he gave a shaky response. "I don't know." Obsidian's voice had changed as well, it echoed within his throat and seemed to come out as a whisper that while quiet was as loud as a normal voice. Upon hearing his voice Obsidian grabbed his throat and gently rubbed it, Sebas and Albedo helped him stand up as Momonga watched, the adrenaline from almost losing the last of his guildmates still keeping him from thinking clearly despite an odd green glow that seemed to appear every minute or two.
Albedo was the one to break the silence that had once again invaded the throne room. "Lord Obsidian, are you alright? What was that?" Obsidian nodded his head for a few moments before speaking again.
"I am fine, I think as for what happened my heart stopped beating and I couldn't figure out how to get it to start again." He said as he slipped his mask off and took a series of deep breaths as if to prove his health. It was by this point that Momonga had recovered enough to return to the conversation.
"Well I think you should take some time to breathe and relax, we don't want you to get hurt," Momonga said this with concern and fear coating every word, Obsidian just smiled and waved the suggestion off.
"I'm fine enough to move around and that means that as a Supreme Being of Nazarick, I need to fulfill my duties. Our first step should be to get as much information on our area because I have a feeling we are no longer where Nazarick once stood." Obsidian said as he kept a calm smile on his face but Momonga noticed how his every breath shook, how his hands trembled, and how his eyes twitched and darted to the sides of Momonaga. Momonga laid a bony hand on Obsidian's shoulder and gave a slight clench that was hard enough to be felt but not hard enough to harm Obsidian, assuming Momonga could even hurt Obsidian physically.
"Very well, Sebas go and inspect our surroundings and report back once you are done." Momonga pulled his hand off of Obsidian's shoulder and turned to face the NPCs before he said this, Obsidian nodded slightly as he furrowed his brows as he thought. As Sebas passed halfway through the throne room, Obsidian spoke.
"Pleiades go to the ninth floor and hold the position, should any outsiders enter you may harm them but keep them alive. They might have information that could shed light on the current situation." Obsidian spoke with a calmness that you wouldn't expect from someone who had just survived a cardiac arrest. "Albedo can you summon the guardians of all but the fourth, eighth, and tenth floors to the arena on the sixth floor in an hour, that should give them all enough time to get their floors in order." Obsidian continued as he slipped his mask back on, Albedo gave Obsidian a small bow before turning to Momonga giving him a deep bow, and walking out of the throne room.
"What are you planning?" Momonga asked while looking at Obsidian with a curious expression on his face, at least he would if he physically could.
"An hour should be enough time for you to figure out what works and what doesn't and should the guardians decide that they don't want to serve us anymore I would rather know who we can trust and who we should avoid," Obsidian said calmly as he started checking the rings on his left-hand fingers every moment or two he would move his fingers or turn his wrist to get a different view of the rings.
"And what about you?" Momonga asked as he used the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown as a walking stick.
"I'm going to the tenth floor and I'm going to make sure the Savage Orcs don't tear each other apart more than usual," Obsidian said before using the guild ring to teleport away leaving Momonga alone in the throne room.