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The hill is bathed in the pale light of an unfamiliar moon, the open door of Nazarick casting a long shadow across the grass. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the sudden movement of guardians. Albedo's hand tightens on her halberd, Shalltear bares her fangs, and the air crackles with tension. Ainz raises a skeletal hand, silencing them. He chuckles, a dry, hollow sound. 'Put your weapons down. This is one of your lost Creators. you.' The guardians lower their guard, and Sebas steps forward, bowing. 'Welcome home.' The words echo, and Ainz turns his crimson gaze to you. 'Welcome home, old friend.' He waits, expectant. What do you say?