An Eldritch Demon's Odyssey

Echoes of Time

Third Person PoV

Location: Ruins of Death, In Front of The Royal Palace, Former Re-Estize Kingdom, Sorcerer Kingdom, New World

The capital of the former Re-Estize kingdom, once big and busy, was now a total mess. Everything was smashed and broken. Buildings that used to stand tall were now just piles of rubble. It was like a giant puzzle that got all mixed up, but nobody was there to put it back together. Or rather dared to put it back together.

The streets were messed up too. No more shops, no more people walking around. Just paths through the broken stuff. The air smelled bad, like burnt things and dust.

The palace, which was once really fancy, looked sad with parts of it destroyed by magic. And yet it was the only standing structure in the desolate city.

The throne, where the king used to sit, was now on top of a big heap of broken things. The crown, which was a symbol of the king, was sitting there too. It was like a weird seat made from the pieces of the city.

The city looked like a picture of sadness, frozen in time. Even though a quite a while had passed, the memory of the big disaster was still there, like a shadow over the ruins.

Yet, today was different. Large crowds had gathered from far off lands to this city where no one should have dared to enter. A city that should have been considered a forbidden zone.

In front of the palace, on a makeshift stage stood a single man. The man looked like he was in his late 60's wearing robes symbolic of priests or the clergy. He was rather lively for his age with his shoulder length hair floating in the wind.

He shouted with enthusiasm to the gathered crowd: "Men and women, children or the elderly; I am pleased that you have come here on this day. It does not matter whether you are human or demi-human today, for we have gathered here due to our shared suffering."

The crowds started whispering and a consensus of tacit understanding was reached. That was indeed the reason they had come here.

"Yes, suffering. Tragedies that your ancestors experienced at the hands of that monster. And tragedies we continue to experience by extension. You know who I am talking about even if you dare not speak of him. I am not scared of saying his name. Yes, I am talking about Ainz Ooal Gown."

The crowd was immediately silenced in shock. Even with the passage of time, the overlord of death remained a sensitive topic of conversation. Parents referenced him while telling bed-time stories to their children to scare them into being obedient.

The ruler of death was and always would continue being the very symbolism of evil that treaded the lands.

"Ainz Ooal Gown, an undead who should not interfere in the affairs of the living, spread devastation to every corner of the world from this day, 200 years ago. No one dared to believe that the fearsome ruler of death simply vanished, bringing all his evil minions with him.

The terror he spread still grip these lands in their clutches. This once lively yet now destroyed kingdom we stand on is proof of that. His evil still lurks under the hands of his believers.

His minions and the cult of his worshippers gather in the Baharuth province. They have free reign to perpetuate their evil deeds under the rule of the immortal heretic emperor who submitted to the overlord, Jircniv. These cults spread tragedies throughout the world."

Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix, an infamous figure who was considered to be the henchman responsible for keeping the overlord's ideas alive in this world. If not for the overlord's cult gathering under his protection, they might have already been wiped out by this point of time at the hands of angry denizens of the New World.