The Grand Council Chamber of the Eternal Dominion was a cathedral of obsidian and mana‐crystal. Flickering orbs hovered beneath vaulted roofs, casting light over the assembled host: Velkharion, seated upon the Frostfire Throne; his generals—Sythera, Kroxar, Zelefar, Valnor, Isaril—arrayed at his left; and, at his right, the emissaries of Nazarick—Ainz Ooal Gown, Albedo, Demiurge, and Cocytus. Shuna stood behind Velkharion, silent and watchful.
A hush fell as Velkharion rose, his mantle of shifting runes trailing like starlight. He inclined his helm to Ainz with the respect owed to a long‐lost comrade.
"Momonga—no, Ainz—my friend," he began, voice resonant, "we reunite in unfamiliar lands, yet our bond remains unbroken. Today we affirm our alliance."
Ainz's skeletal form flickered briefly in his chair before he stood, ivory fingers resting on his staff. "Velkharion," he replied, "your exploits in Re‐Estize and Baharuth echo my own conquests. I recall you clearing siege dungeons alone, your katana's edge slicing through foes that would fell an army."
Velkharion nodded. "And I recall you, bereft of guild, commanding legions of undeserved skeletal thralls through the Tomb's depths."
Their shared laughter rang like distant thunder, the camaraderie of two Yggdrasil veterans made manifest in this new world.
Demiurge stepped forward, releasing a scroll onto the obsidian table. Its polished surface reflected fractals of runic light as he spoke.
"In the past fortnight," he began, voice precise, "Nazarick has completed two major operations:
1. Undertaken the subjugation of the Lizardmen Demiplane—under Cocytus's command.
2. Deployed Sebas Tian as a covert envoy to probe Re‐Estize's weaknesses, gathering intelligence on court factions and key players."
A murmur rippled through the generals. Zelefar's crimson eyes glinted with approval; Kroxar's broad shoulders flexed in satisfaction. Albedo's expression shone with pride for her husband's campaign success.
Sythera, frost‐scaled and poised, stepped forward next. She laid a second scroll beside Demiurge's, then addressed the room with crystalline clarity.
"By your leave, Overlord," she said, "the Eternal Dominion's recent actions include:
1. Consolidation of the Re‐Estize Kingdom through Baron Caelan's puppet regime—court and merchants alike now pledge fealty under our guidance.
2. Control of the Baharuth Empire's underworld via the Crimson Serpent Guild, redirecting smuggling routes into Dominion coffers and crippling rival syndicates."
A hush followed her words—a testament to the speed and subtlety of their expansions. Valnor, ever the pragmatist, leaned forward.
"We funnel surplus trade revenue into our war chest," he added quietly. "With both eastern and western fronts secured, our treasury can underwrite any campaign we choose."
Isaril nodded in agreement. "Our intelligence networks in E‐Naeul and Ashkare report swift compliance. Resistance has collapsed from within."
Velkharion inclined his helm, absorbing each report. The shared ambitions of both realms converged in that chamber like twin rivers merging.
"Our aims align perfectly," he declared, voice rising to fill every dark corner of the hall. "You press south against the Slane Theocracy; we flank from the north and west. Let us combine resources."
Ainz tapped his staff against the obsidian floor, crystalline sparks dancing at its tip. "Then we propose a joint directive," he announced, "to unify our campaigns:
• Nazarick supplies undead reinforcements—Death Knights, Skeleton Legions, and World Item schematics.
• The Eternal Dominion provides teleportation gates, strategic intelligence, and arcane R&D data.
• A shared command council, chaired alternately by Ainz Ooal Gown and Velkharion, will oversee the coordinated offensive against the Slane Theocracy."
Demiurge's thin smile curved into genuine approval. "A mutual pact, reminiscent of Yggdrasil's great guild alliances," he said—and a spark of nostalgia flickered in his eyes.
Cocytus, towering and imposing, dipped his lance. "My Death Knights integrate at dawn with your Winter Guard detachments," he said to Kroxar. "Together, we will break any defense of the nations of this world."
Sythera's voice rang like ice on steel. "Our skirmisher squads will coordinate with Nazarick's containment units. No relic site or stronghold will hold."
Albedo floated forward, alabaster gown swirling like a cloud. She presented a crystal chalice brimming with scrying mana. "Let us seal this alliance," she intoned, voice sweet yet resolute.
Velkharion and Ainz stepped to the center of the dais, grasping the chalice together. Their eyes met—steel and bone, runes and darkness, a single reaffirmation of trust. They drank deeply. The mana‐rich liquid shimmered through their veins, binding their wills across realms.
Below them, generals and guardians echoed the vow: unity in conquest, scholarship, and dominion.
Lanterns dimmed to soft embers as the pyre of alliance settled in the chamber's heart. Only Velkharion and Ainz remained by the central mana‐well, its pulse slow like a living heartbeat.
Ainz's hollow laugh broke the hush. "So, Vel-kun, what drives you now?"
Velkharion's crimson gaze drifted to the swirling core of the well. "Yggdrasil taught me conquest," he said softly. "This world, partnership. But beyond these borders lie countless realms." He paused, lifting a hand as if tracing distant stars. "I will master the tomes of multiversal magic—those relics the Devs granted me—and roam the infinities, seek greater foes, and write my legend across every world."
Ainz's skeletal hand drummed against his staff. "Then let our alliance stand not solely for these lands, but for exploration beyond. Together, we shall unlock truths no mortal eye has seen."
A shared nod sealed their final pact. Behind them, the walls of the Grand Council Chamber held the echoes of two Yggdrasil legends—now sovereigns of a new age—ready to shape not just a single realm but the entire multiverse itself.
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