He sat on the throne and looked at the scene in front of him.
There was no one before him anymore, and it was empty, and only what his eyes could see were the countless human corpses and skulls.
The mountain now felt incredibly lonely, instead of the feeling of satisfaction, it felt distant, as a sea of blood tinted the terrain, composed of skulls and countless weapons of his foes.
Ainz looked down and could clearly feel some familiarity with the scenes and environment.
He watched as the skulls and corpses belonging to the enemies he had killed to reach the summit, turned to those he was once close with, from the faces of his strongest shadow puppets in his previous world, to Lilith and then Bruce.
Ainz could only watch as their corpses decomposed, while they shed blood as tears on their faces.
