45. Prologue

A shining light flickered in its darkness.

Gods descended in the realm of mortals. Humans unknown to their deceit entertained their farce. But alas it too came at an end. Most sealed and others thrown away. For the world belonged to humans and humans only.

Then again this time too was different, a time created from her image.

A beautiful world governed by an unknown god giving her the reason. Righteous people leading their nations against britian or even the countless deaths a result chained to an imagination.

This world may not even exist, it may even be a dream created to plead her sorrows. But still, this was a world of the living.

People had lives and goals to reach. They suffered the same, cried the same and laughed the same too.

However, this too was still a dream. An image portrayed by her and the one and only who would bring an end to it.

The knights of the round returning them to the grains of sand...

The lush and ever-expanding land into a pile of rubble...

Or a path quite different in the grand picture?

Merlin wished a continuation of this dream, that's why his wish was her demise. This way, her ending was his goal.

Ainz too knew this and even now he could not blame him. For fate had dealt him the cards of his future from just his advant.

What more choice did he have?

Now the torch was passed to her,

What will she choose,

A dream created of a million nightmares or a fulfilling ending filled with blood?

Demise or destruction?

Death or Hatred?