The Fake Player

Chapter 8 - These Ceaseless Changing Times II

Leading up to the [Message] given by Momonga

November 29th, 2135 World: Helheim. Location: The Great Tomb of Nazarick - 10th Floor.

"And lastly and but certainly not least, our final destination. The Throne Room of Ainz Oown Gown and the Crowning Jewel of the Tomb Of Nazarick. Nestled within the deepest part of the tomb, no one but the members of this guild has seen it... until now." Momonga narrated.

The set of massive double doors rumbled as they opened by themselves, having recognized the authority of the Guildmaster, allowing for two players to enter. The first was Momonga, the elder lich striving forward unimpeded. Following behind him was none other than Kasumi or Destana as she was called in game.

Where Momonga took the appearance of archetypal Overlord, Destana was his anthesis. Twelve pure white beautiful wings sprouted from her back, allowing her to float gently after the magic caster. She stood at just a head and a half smaller than Momonga's avatars' towering height.

The Aerosphere was dressed in a combination of regal blue, silver, and gold. She was draped with a white toga-like dress underneath and complemented with silver and gold accented armor pieces overlaying her dress. From elegant gauntlets and a stylish chest piece armored silver with blue accents and crafted greaves.

Her avatar was rather well endowed compared to Kasumi's real-life body, with a supple chest and lovely curves. Made all the more obvious by how her attire pressed against her digital form. Matching her body was an equally divine beauty. A heart-shaped face with a flawless complexion and tone. Decorated with regal cheeks, glimmering emerald eyes with star-shaped pupil, ruby red lips, and locks of brilliant golden hair that flowed downwards like a waterfall. A smile tugged at her avatar's face, whether it be pure or enticing, one could never be too sure. With a golden jeweled circlet resting against her forehead. In one hand she held a white marble staff with a beautifully crafted bulbous pointed end. Completing her image was a white halo that floated her head.

Her appearance was simply angelic. Momonga realized the accidental pun as he thought of this.

"Woah..." Destana let out breathlessly. Gliding into the room, her eyes immediately sought to take in everything. The sheer size and splendor of the room was almost overwhelming.

The angelic player had no other words that she could use to describe that would do it justice. It was grand, it was magnificent, it was truly beyond words.

For a few minutes, the two said nothing. Destana was completely awestruck by the marvelous room. Her avatar twirling and taking to the air as she sought to capture every nook and cranny of the Throne Room from the sheer size of it all to the immaculate details in the architecture. With Momonga watching silently behind her, a small giddy smile tugging at his lips every time she let out a small squeak or gasp in awe upon seeing more of the room. Pride filling his chest at her reactions.

"It's just...amazing...I mean...wow..." Destana stuttered out, too excited and happy at it all. For what else could she say? It was beyond word what it was. She never thought something of such grandiose and scale was even possible, imaginary or otherwise. It was almost as if someone took a piece of fantasy and somehow molded it into reality.

"Man, whoever designs this knew what they were doing. It feels so real and amazing, that I can't believe it." The angelic player praised.

"It is, isn't it?" Momonga puffed out his chest in pride at her words.

The Throne Room, much like the rest of the Tomb of Nazarick was delicately and painstakingly handcrafted. Every member contributed in some way whether it be ideas, materials, or actual coding and design. It stood as a culmination of their contribution. And it was always nice to have their work be appreciated.