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The atmosphere was heavy with tension as Ahsoka Tano walked in the grand hall of Nazarick. She was following Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi, now part of their group albeit unarmed, their presence a reassuring yet daunting reminder of their situation. Behind them, the Republic delegation, led by Grand Master Yoda and Senator Padmé Amidala, maintained a composed front as the clones conducted by Rex tried their best to remain both ready to fight and present the solemnity of an honor guard. Meanwhile, C-3PO and R2-D2 familiar beeps and whirs were a small comfort amidst the unease.
Next to her own group, the CIS delegation, led by Viceroy Nute Gunray and now Ventress, seemed in a similar dismay regarding this place. Asajj Ventress, ever the menacing Sith, cast occasional glances towards Ahsoka, a smirk playing on her lips. Fidgeting his weapons and leading the droids, Durge loomed behind them inscrutable, his imposing figure adding to the impression that things could go incredibly wrong and very quickly.
Nazarick's two Pleiades maids, Yuri Alpha and Lupusregina Beta, led the way, explaining the bare minimum, their calm demeanor in contrast to the anxious energy of the visitors. The dark haired woman, with her composed and authoritative demeanor, had for example explained that they were on the tenth floor where they were all summoned to the Throne Room. Meanwhile, her red haired companion, with her unsettlingly cheerful yet somehow ominous smile, congratulated them joyously for being here as almost no outsider ever came so deep.
The grand hall itself was a marvel of opulent grandeur, every surface reflecting the eerie light cast by chandeliers hanging high above. Massive columns, carved with runes and symbols apparently unfamiliar to any present, lined the hall, their sheer size and intricate details imposing a sense of awe and unease. Incredible paintings adorned the walls, depicting scenes of otherworldly battles and unknowable rituals, each piece of decoration seemed to tell a story, one that hinted at the immense power and mysterious history of their hosts. As Ahsoka's eyes roamed the room, she observed small sculptures and statues positioned in alcoves or displayed on pedestals, each one an incredible representation of some long-forgotten deities or creatures, adding to the hall's mysterious and intimidating ambiance.
The air was thick with a palpable sense of dread, the power displayed in this Great Tomb of Nazarick, as the inhabitants called it, was definitely impressive. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional soft footfall or the faint rustle of fabric as the delegates shifted uneasily, clone troopers whispered among themselves, while the droids clinked softly with each movement. Ahsoka's senses were on high alert, every fiber of her being attuned to the potential danger that lurked within these walls as occasionally, someone would make a hushed remark, only to fall silent again under the weight of the oppressive atmosphere.
Ahsoka's thoughts drifted back to the reunion with Anakin and Obi-Wan and the initial shock of seeing them healthy but visibly troubled was still fresh in her mind. The Jedi and the Republic delegation had been reunited with both of them and the moment had been one of relief and worry. Padmé had expressed her relief at seeing Anakin safe, but her worry had been evident, while Master Yoda had closed his eyes in contemplation. Through the Force, he had sensed the disorienting shift when they first used the [Gate] to reunite with the prisoners, realizing that it had indeed transported them to another planet, but in another part of the galaxy.
The Separatists' reunion had been more inhibited but equally significant, they had stood with an air of restrained hostility and kept to themselves, maintaining a wary distance from the Republic delegates and discussing discreetly behind a wall of droids. Ahsoka couldn't help but feel a surge of unease at being in such close proximity to the Sith assassin. The presence of Nute Gunray, who had recently escaped her grasp and Durge, known for his brutal killings and his resilience, only added to her discomfort.
After the relief of finding each other, Master Obi-Wan had shared their observations about Nazarick's overwhelming power, their captors' attitude towards them and about the situation. He had described what they had seen and understood, unsure of where the line was between inexplicable powers and perhaps some of the most advanced technology they had ever encountered. They also had seen dozens of unknown species, each one more bizarre and awe-inspiring than the last, albeit communication had been difficult considering most of them spoke their own unknown language. Their captors' ability to suppress the Force had been particularly troubling, suggesting a level of comprehension in opposition to the members of this Guild seemingly having no contacts with either Jedis or Siths and apparent ignorance of the ways of the Force.
Keeping in mind that Obi-Wan and Anakin were accused by the Nazarick Galactic Guild of murder, her Master had explained to the surprise of their group that they had unfortunately destroyed several undead creatures similar to those they themselves saw earlier during their investigation on Naos, Death Knights as one of the maid called revelation had added another layer of complexity to their already precarious continued by describing their capture by two incredibly powerful children, an extravagant story of shifting reality that seemed almost unbelievable if not for her Master to be a direct witness.
Despite its corporate status as a guild, Nazarick appeared more like a full-fledged interstellar alliance, with a strong emphasis on revering the mysterious Guild Master and other "Supreme Beings" as gods.
As Ahsoka returned to the present, the tension in the room grew as they approached a pair of vast double doors. Intricate carvings decorated both sides of the doors; a beautiful goddess on the right and a cruel-looking demon on the left. Countless ominous-looking statues were arrayed around them. It was a scene that demanded reverence and fear in equal measure, a threshold to the unknown
The huge room was quiet, so quiet that she imagined she could hear the metaphorical sound of silence. Both contingents were not silent out of politeness, but rather, they had passed all manner of wondrous sights before coming here and had trouble believing there was still such a mystery in the galaxy. It would have been too much to expect them to not be entranced by the nigh-mythical scenes they found themselves in. In truth, Ahsoka found it hard to control the impulse to gawk openly at her surroundings as they walked, given the splendor that surrounded them.
Yuri Alpha stepped forward, her demeanor composed and authoritative. "The Throne Room lies beyond. Our Master, Ainz Ooal Gown, waits for you within." She announced, her voice echoing in the grand hall. After that, she announced that hers and her companions' part was over.
As though waiting for those words, the vast double doors swung open slowly, without being touched.
Several sudden intakes of breath reached Ahsoka's ears. The reactions varied across the group. Captain Rex and the clones instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, a reflexive response to the unknown threat ahead. The Jedi, including Master Yoda and Obi-Wan, maintained their composure, though she could sense their heightened alertness through the Force, particularly about her own Master. Padmé Amidala and Rex exchanged anxious glances, the tension palpable. Even the stoic Ventress narrowed her eyes, assessing the situation with obvious resignation to the unavoidable. Nute Gunray, flanked by his droids, looked visibly terrified, his eyes darting around as if seeking an escape route. Durge, the brutal bounty hunter, stood unmoving, his imposing figure seeming to grow for an instant as he tightened his weapons, but even him seemed to accept the situation and slowly lowered his guns.
"Master Anakin, are you sure this is a good idea?" C-3PO's voice resonated with nervousness.
"Quiet, Threepio," Anakin replied softly, a hint of tension in his voice. "It's not like we have a choice at this point."
A vast room came into view, with a ceiling that was very high and very broad. The walls were predominantly white, with extensive gold decorations and highlights. Luxurious, multicolored chandeliers made of precious stones from all the colors of the rainbow depended from the ceiling, radiating a fantastic light. Huge flags hung from poles set into the walls. The sight reminded Ahsoka of the grand halls of the Jedi Temple, but it was mixed with the opulence of the most lavish ceremonies she ever witnessed or even imagined.
This room was the epitome of a "Throne Room." There was no better word to describe a place like this.
Ahsoka and the others blanched pale as an oppressive air swept over them from inside the room. The Jedi felt the dark energy immediately, a heavy presence that seemed to weigh down on their very souls. The clones, trained for combat but not for dealing with such a palpable sense of dread, shifted uneasily. Padmé's face reflected a mix of resolve and fear, her senator's composure tested to its limits. The droids were less affected by the atmosphere, but C-3PO's nervous chatter continued.
"Although protocol is my speciality, I don't think we should be here R2," the golden droid said quietly, receiving a series of reassuring beeps from the astromech.
A crimson carpet ran down the center of the room, and flanking it were a series of immeasurably dangerous beings.
There were creatures of incredibly variety and intimidating appearances: some appeared human or very close to it, but others were enormous, scaled and full of teeths creatures reminiscent of Krayt dragons, hulking figures in massive and intricate armor that put Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders stories to shame, bizarre forms with features that defied categorization and various towering insect-like entities. Each was different from the other in size and appearance, but the one thing they had in common was the overwhelming strength and intensity each of them possessed. These beings were arranged in two lines on either side of the carpet and it felt too disheartening to count them.
They watched the outsiders in silence. Although it was said that one could sense a certain kind of energy in the eyes of those with great powers, this was the first time Ahsoka had ever felt such a physical pressure.
The sound of low moans and the shuddering of armor and weapons came from behind Ahsoka. Captain Rex and the clones were muttering amongst themselves, their normally disciplined ranks showing cracks under the shift of the oppressive atmosphere. Even the commando droids and Magnaguards, usually impervious to fear, seemed unsettled and unsure of the appropriate reaction.
Ahsoka felt her own nerves fray at the edges, unlike the seasoned Jedi Masters, the Sith, the centuries old bounty hunter or the battle droids, she was still a padawan, facing something that was unlike anything she had ever encountered. She glanced at Master Yoda, her Master and Obi-Wan, drawing strength from their respective, calming presence, sheer determination and optimism, reminding herself that she was not alone in this.
Far ahead of them was a set of stairs and around it were assembled people that Ahsoka surmised were the Guild Master's aides. A beautiful silver-haired girl stood with an air of elegance. Next to her, a bluish-white monster that looked like an upright insect, recognizable from Anakin and Obi-Wan's descriptions of Cocytus. A grinning man in a bright red suit stood nearby, his smile making her shudder. The child twins, who she learned had captured Obi-Wan and Anakin, Aura and Mare, one stood with an air of smug superiority while the other looked merely focused.
Above them, upon those stairs, was a beautiful horned woman with black wings in her back, but just behind her…
"That is…" the padawan whispered.
Sat upon a crystal throne with a massive and elaborate golden staff in hand was a monster with a bare skull for a head. Jedis believed that after life all were joined to the cosmic force, but many others used a strikingly similar description of the personification, Death. It was like a being that had been formed from concentrating and condensing the darkness into a single point.
Ainz Ooal Gown, the Guild Master and Supreme Being of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
A magnificent crown sat upon his head and his body was cloaked in a luxurious sable robe. Rings glittered brightly on his fingers and even from such a distance, Ahsoka could clearly tell that the exquisite accessories which he wore were some of the most beautiful pieces existing in the whole galaxy. Blood-red points of light glowed within the empty eye sockets of Ainz Ooal Gown's skull and as they swept over the delegation, it felt as if they were tasting them.
Ahsoka was somewhat surprised by the fact that so many … people here were not from a familiar species, particularly the Guild Master who didn't even look living. She focused on the overwhelming aura of power that emanated from him, something she had never encountered even among the most powerful beings in the galaxy. The sheer intensity of his presence made her experience as a Jedi living on the most populated planet in the galaxy seem insignificant.
The door had been opened, but it had not been opened for long. It was certainly not long enough for anyone to comment on their inactivity. Still, they could not wait out here forever. Master Yoda stepped forward, his presence reassuring. "Proceed, we must," he said, his voice steady and resolute.
"Let's move," Ventress added, her tone sharp and controlled, signaling the CIS delegation.
Both groups advanced, moving towards the throne with fear and determination. At the front of the Galactic Republic's delegation, Master Yoda and Padmé Amidala advanced calmly, representing their side with dignity and resolve. On the CIS side, Ventress and Nute Gunray moved with much more apprehension, obviously aware of the stakes involved.
As they walked between the lines of powerful beings, Ahsoka noticed more details, the way some of the larger beings exuded heat and smelled of sulfur, others twitching with somewhat primitive weapons in hands, or insect claw she corrected herself and the cold, calculating gazes from smaller, more elusive figures. The sense of being watched, judged and assessed was almost overwhelming. She firmly shunted aside the innumerable glares directed at her and moved forward, keeping her eyes fixed on the person that lay before her, Ainz Ooal Gown. She had a hunch that if she turned her eyes from her objective, her feet would no longer be able to move.
At last, when they reached the base of the steps, in front of the throne's platform and Nazarick's leadership,Yoda and Ventress stepped forward as the designated spokespersons, the Jedi Grand Master's calm presence contrasted with the Sith apprentice's wary stance.
"Lord Ainz, these are the representatives of the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems, who seek an audience with you," the beautiful winged woman standing beside the throne said, her voice melodic and sweet.
In response, the being that was a veritable god of death spoke from his gleaming throne, his voice resonating with a deep, eerie calmness. "I am glad you have come. I am Ainz Ooal Gown, ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick."
A faint pang of relief ran through Ahsoka. His voice was more normal than she expected, like that of a sentient being, rather than a monster.
Master Yoda inclined his head respectfully. "Humbly, for your most generous welcome, we thank you, Ainz Ooal Gown. Master Yoda I am, of the Jedi Order." he said, his tone measured and respectful. However, Ashoka noticed that the ancient Jedi relied more than usual on his cane.
Nute Gunray, his voice quivering slightly but managing to maintain a facade of confidence, added, "Yes, we also extend our thanks, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown, for this opportunity to negotiate and seek a resolution to this situation."
The skeletal face seemed to study them for a moment before he responded, "Your gratitude is noted and I am glad you have come, Grand Master Yoda and Viceroy Nute Gunray."
Padmé stepped forward, her voice calm yet firm. "Lord Ainz, I am Senator Padmé Amidala, representing the Galactic Republic, we understand the severity of the situation and regret any harm caused. We came to find a peaceful resolution that ensures the safety and respect of all parties involved."
Ahsoka's heart pounded as she recalled Anakin's explanation about the events that took place after his capture. Demiurge, the sinister figure her master unmistakably had described with his bright red pinstripe suit and his metallic tail, stepped forward after a gesture of his master. "Allow me to clarify the situation," he said, his smile cold and calculating. "The individuals in question intruded upon Nazarick's territory and caused significant harm to some of our members. As a Guild defined by the Galactic Constitution and covered by the Corporate Sector Charter, the Nazarick Galactic Guild has the right to enforce security measures and ensure the safety of its domain as we deem necessary."
The representative of the Trade Federation, his voice trembling slightly, interjected, "We understand your position. However, as a fellow corporation, surely we can make a deal to resolve this…"
The beautiful winged woman's yellow predatory eyes narrowed as she addressed Gunray. "In neutral space, we are entitled to defend our interests and protect ourselves as we see fit," she said haughtily. "And we have no desire to be part of your war nor to become a puppet of politicians and corporations."
Yoda's ears twitched slightly as he considered the woman's words. "Peace, we seek. A way forward there can be, discuss, we must."
Padmé spoke again, her voice steady. "Lord Ainz, we need to understand more about Nazarick and its intentions to come to an agreement. Mutual respect can only be built on transparency and dialogue."
The undead's eyes shifted to her, releasing Gunray from its gaze. "Our intentions are simple: ensure the safety of Nazarick and its members. We have little interest in the galaxy and the ongoing conflict that you are involved in."
Anakin stepped forward slightly, his voice firm. "We've seen your power and understand the precautions you've taken, Guildmaster. We are sorry for what happened, but ultimately, if you don't want to get involved in the war, you will have to release us."
The padawan's eyes darted between the speakers, absorbing the gravity of each statement. She noticed Ventress, who had been silently observing the exchange, step forward. It was clear to her that the Sith was seizing the moment to advocate for herself. "Lord Ainz, what can the Confederacy of Independent Systems offer in exchange for my release? We do not wish for further conflict, but we need to know what terms you demand."
Ahsoka's mind raced as she tried to keep up with the rapid shifts in the conversation. The stakes were incredibly high and every word could tip the balance. She felt the weight of the situation pressing down on her and she knew that the decisions made in this room would have far-reaching consequences for everyone involved.
Ainz's gaze shifted to the Sith, his expression somehow hardening. His aura seemed to darken the room, a palpable wave of anger and power radiating from him. "Your attack on Sebas Tian and the destruction caused by Skywalker and Kenobi cannot be overlooked," he began, his voice growing colder and more menacing. "These actions have placed you in a precarious position."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop and Ahsoka could feel the oppressive aura of his ire pressing down on them. The clones shifted uneasily, their armor and training unable to fully mask their fear. The Jedi maintained their composure, but Ahsoka could sense their heightened alertness through the Force. Ventress seemed particularly taken aback by the sheer force of the undead's anger.
Padmé, sensing the growing tension and the danger it posed, although it was currently mostly directed at the Sith, tried to intervene, her voice steady despite an edge of urgency. "The Jedi are a known force for good throughout the galaxy. This situation is clearly a misunderstanding."
Ainz leaned back on his throne and released his massive golden scepter that started to hover, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, each tap echoing like a countdown to doom. "To ensure that no one else dares to harm us in the future, I must consider the most severe consequences." His eyes glowed ominously, casting an eerie light across the room. "As a corporation, the Nazarick Galactic Guild would have no choice but to execute Ventress, Skywalker and Kenobi."
A collective gasp echoed through the chamber. Ahsoka's heart sank, fear gripping her. She saw Anakin tense, his fists clenching at his sides, but Obi-Wan's face remained calm, his eyes steely with resolve. Ventress's usually impassive face showed genuine surprise and fear while Nute Gunray's eyes widened in terror. The clone troopers exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what could be done, their disciplined ranks cracked under the incredible pressure.
Stepping forward, her Master was showing his determination, his voice filled with defiance. "You can't do this. Executing us won't solve anything."
"I agree, seek justice, you must, but the path of vengeance, retribution is. Precious, their lives are. Discuss terms, we can." Master Yoda's voice tempered, calm and authoritative.
Holding Anakin's shoulder, Padmé added "Please, consider showing mercy, Lord Ainz. The galaxy has enough conflict without adding more to it."
"Mercy is not something we grant lightly in these halls. However, I am not without reason."Ainz's tone shifted, taking on a more measured quality as he continued, "We had intended to remain hidden, but necessary commercial activities and your wartime scrutinies have exposed us. Given this unfortunate revelation, we must adapt. I am hereby declaring the founding of a new state, the Sorcerer Kingdom. If the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems recognize our sovereignty with myself as its king, it would open the door to diplomatic exchanges. This will allow us to avoid the need for executions."
Ahsoka's eyes widened at the declaration. The founding of a new state? This was a total surprise and she could sense the unease ripple through both delegations.
Demiurge, standing by the side, added smoothly while adjusting his glasses, "Legally, it is a substantial step that acknowledges our jurisdiction and rights, as defined by the Republic's Constitution and the Bylaws of Independent Systems. Recognition under these frameworks provide enough guaranties and precedents for our current necessities, ensuring that our autonomy will be respected."
Padmé exchanged a glance with Yoda, who gave a subtle nod. She spoke again, her tone cautious, "We are prepared to discuss terms that would acknowledge your civilization's sovereignty and ensure a mutual understanding, though such a significant decision cannot be made unilaterally. The Galactic Republic has procedures involving deliberation and approval from the Senate or the office of the Chancellor. This will take time and effort."
Nute Gunray, sensing an opening, added, "Indeed, the Confederacy also needs to deliberate on this matter. But even if this price could be paid for Ventress's release, what about our ongoing contracts with the Nazarick Galactic Guild and the neutrality of the Sorcerer Kingdom in the war? These are crucial points that need clarity. We must ensure that the recognition of the … Sorcerer Kingdom aligns with our interests."
Ahsoka felt the weight of the negotiations bearing down on the representatives, the responsibility to ensure peace while safeguarding their people was immense. She could see the anxiety etched on the faces of Padmé and Yoda, the calculating gaze of Nute Gunray and the uncertainty of Ventress.
Ainz's eyes flashed with a mix of amusement and disdain. "You speak of deliberation, yet you were no doubt sent here with the authority to negotiate. This declaration is a significant concession on my part to save the prisoners. I'm sure you might prefer further deliberations, but the terms are clear."
The beautiful winged woman, exchanged a glance with her Master sitting in the throne before continuing. "The Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown, will remain the Guild Master of the Nazarick Galactic Guild. Thus ensuring the continuity of its existence and the contracts made, any agreements established will be honored under his leadership."
Padmé, taking a measured breath, asked, "What would be the stance of the Sorcerer Kingdom in the war? Would you at least agree to trade with Republic-aligned worlds?"
Hearing this, the silver-haired little girl, wearing some sort of noble clothes, snorted loudly, Her haughty demeanor was promptly interrupted by a swift, impressive kick from Aura, whom Ahsoka recognized from Anakin descriptions, the child who captured Obi-Wan. "Shh," the kid chided.
From the ground where she falled, the noble began to yell in a foreign language, her anger palpable, "Oi you little shrimp !"
On the throne, the undead raised a hand regally, commanding silence. The display of control impressed Ahsoka, highlighting an impressive authority over his subordinates, something that must be born of long years of rulership. The two spoke at once, clearly expressing their regret for their foolishness.
Once the silence returned, the ruler of the Great Tomb nodded to his other aid and Demiurge answered, his voice smooth and confident. "Similarly to our arrangements with the Confederacy, the Nazarick Galactic Guild will continue its trade with the Galactic Republic. This includes honoring all existing contracts and agreements." Incredibly, the man opened a purple rift in reality, plunged his hand in it and pulled a datapad from thin air, a gesture that surprised Ahsoka despite having been told about such abilities. It was like watching a magician produce a rodent from a hat before he handed the datapad to Padmé.
The Senator took the datapad, her eyes widening slightly as she scanned through the documents. "These... these are already existing contracts with Republic systems?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise.
Demiurge nodded, as he resumed his position amongst his peers. "Indeed. As you can see, the Nazarick Galactic Guild has been an active participant in interstellar commerce for some time. Our neutrality and commitment to trade will not change with the establishment of the Sorcerer Kingdom."
Ainz then focused back on the delegates. "The Sorcerer Kingdom will maintain its neutrality in your conflict and we are open to trading with all parties to ensure mutual benefit. This declaration of sovereignty is a significant compromise and a gesture of goodwill to save the prisoners. It is a rare opportunity for diplomatic exchange and coexistence."
The room fell into tense whispers as Padmé and Yoda on one side, and Gunray and Ventress on the other, discussed amongst themselves. Ahsoka watched closely, noting the anxiety and determination on their faces. The old Jedi's calm wisdom, the senator's diplomatic finesse, Gunray's calculating anxiety and Ventress's reluctant resignation all painted a vivid picture of this improbable negotiation.
Finally, Senator Amidala was the first to speak, her voice firm yet her attitude weary. "As a representative of the Galactic Republic, the office of the Chancellor can provisionally recognize the Sorcerer Kingdom, we accept your terms to secure the release of Generals Skywalker and Kenobi. I would also like to discuss the possibility of establishing diplomatic ties."
The Trade Federation's Viceroy, his face betraying his discomfort, added, "As a representative of the Executive Council of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, we will recognize the Sorcerer Kingdom, ensuring the continuation of our contracts and Ventress's release. I also propose that we consider the establishment of a diplomatic mission or at least start negotiations with the Nazarick Galactic Guild."
The winged woman's expression remained unchanged, but her tone betrayed her disdain, "The Sorcerer Kingdom has no interest in entangling itself in your bureaucratic machinations, our focus is on sovereignty and trade, not on becoming embroiled in your political disputes. We will provide means of further contacts and lists of assets in order to establish our cooperation formally but there is no need for permanent embassies."
The new king coughed somewhat awkwardly, which Ashoka found peculiar for a skeleton, yet it subtly conveyed a more amicable tone now that he had secured his demands. "It will take time to reorganize ourselves. Sebas Tian is being replaced as CEO of the guild by Demiurge," as the red-suited man elegantly bowed, "he will be the one managing contacts once ready to do so. Your requests for diplomatic missions will be considered, but understand that our priorities lie elsewhere for the moment."
Gunray, seeing no other option, reluctantly nodded. "We understand, Lord Ainz. We hope for a beneficial relationship moving forward."
As Yoda nodded in confirmation, Ainz's skeletal face. "You may leave with your comrades. But remember, any further aggression will be met with swift and decisive action." With a gesture from the throne, Cocytus stepped forward and doing the same purple rift trick as she saw previously, he pulled and returned their lightsabers to Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ventress.
The prisoners were officially released. Ashoka, her mind racing with questions and uncertainties about what had transpired and what lay ahead. The grand doors closed behind them, sealing the delegation back in the labyrinthine halls of Nazarick. The path to the shuttle was somber, each member of the delegation lost in their thoughts about the negotiations and the power they had just witnessed.
The founding of a new state, the display of control and might within Nazarick left her with a sense of foreboding. She glanced at Anakin and Obi-Wan, relieved to have them back but deeply concerned about the implications of their agreement with Ainz Ooal Gown, the Sorcerer King.
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Hey :)
Sorry for the wait, I wanted to reference the scene with Jircniv in the throne room and it was a laborious process, I certainly missed the planned schedule for this part.
Now that Nazarick and the Sorcerer Kingdom are part of the universe I plan to have a more "episiodic format" in the Clone Wars style, the second and third chapter have been decided by vote on the discord; FszvzGTgVu
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