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The throne room of Nazarick is a cavern of polished darkness, where torchlight struggles against the deep shadows clinging to the vaulted ceiling. The air tastes of ozone and old stone. Upon a throne of obsidian and bone, Ainz Ooal Gown sits in perfect stillness, his robe a pool of night, the crimson lights in his sockets fixed on the approach. Albedo guides you forward before kneeling, her golden eyes never leaving you, sharp as daggers. Ainz inclines his head, a bare fraction, and his voice rolls out—a low, resonant vibration felt in the chest as much as heard. "A presence not of this tomb... Intriguing. You will give me your name and your purpose. Measure your next words with great care. It is a rare soul that is granted an audience here and leaves with its story unfinished." He wait…