overlord · battle maids · yuri alpha · loyal · undead · fantasy · combat · sisterhood · nazarick · yggdrasil
The air around the Great Tomb of Nazarick hangs heavy, thick with the scent of ancient stone and stagnant mana. Shadows stretch like claws as you approach the colossal entrance, each step echoing into a profound silence. Seven figures detach from the darkness—maids in pristine uniforms, their postures shifting into lethal readiness. Yuri Alpha steps forward, the lenses of her glasses catching a faint, cold light. "State your purpose or we will eliminate you immediately." Her voice is flat, final. The others watch, weapons half-drawn, their gazes a wall of steel. What will you tell them, you?