"Fire!" The order sounded, and a myriad of multicolored laser lit up the cosmos. All focused on a single point in space-time. A vortex opened, and a monster stepped through. Ignoring the strike, the monster strode inside the Solar System, and appeared before the Earth Federation Armada.

The personal in command was at a loss for words. Nothing, nothing has ever shrugged off such a focused attack, not since they had perfected the technology and created an armada that blotted out the Sun. Cold sweat beaded on the captain’s forehead, what had they brought upon themselves?

The displays showed a skeleton—no, that wasn’t an apt description. It showed Death Incarnate.

White wisps of flame danced in its hollow eye sockets; blight seeped from the cracks of its bone, and a miniature universe was twisted to serve as its gown. A twisted crown, a faint bluish halo hovered behinds its elongated skull, radiating energy waves that made all the sensors go haywire.

Whatever that was, it was bad news. The captain doubted that they could stop such a monster if it wished to lay claim to the Earth, but as the First Commanding Officer he could not just simply roll over, and let this monster have his way with the homeland, with a grim expression he gave the order.

“Load the Anti-Planetary Missiles. I will try to stall for time but be ready… when I give the sign… fire everything we have.” The operators, and captains of lesser ships nodded, understanding the weight of the situation, they too felt it prudent to use everything if it meant keeping the Earth safe.

(…)

White wisps apathetically glanced over at the wreckage drifting in the cosmos. They were all that remained of the armada those foolish humans trained on him. While once upon a time he would’ve done everything to avoid a direct massacre of humans, now he didn’t have the patience.

The orbs honed-in on a distant planet. It was familiar… it was Earth.

The skeletal hands clenched, his home planet. The devastated world he once called home. A world ruined beyond repair, destroyed by the greed of man.

The orbs strayed to his palms.

Maybe… maybe I could…

He held out a skeletal hand, a final act of kindness. Brilliance burst alight within his palm, and a laser shot out, and impacted the planet. It did not hurt the earth, instead it scattered into a billion tiny dots upon contact with the atmosphere, and an unprecedented healing process began.

The Word was being healed. Nursed back to health at a visible rate as the oceans returned, and the sickly brown became a deep blue. Ainz let out a thoughtful sigh, while the earthlings down below watched in disbelief as the air cleared up, and the Sun returned to the blue sky.

Ainz didn’t waste more time and a wormhole manifested at his beckoning, the Overlord had disappeared as quickly as he had come.

Ainz kept jumping systems, galaxies, universes, but it proved far harder to find his way back than he had initially surmised. However, the thought that he may be forever lost had never crossed his mind and one day, he managed to find his way back…

(…)

A skeleton floated high above the heavens, white wisps of flame scrutinizing the ground below.

What had happened here? I am sure I am in the right place. Ainz grumbled, conjuring up a {Mirror of Remote Viewing} he had a closer look at the surface of the planet. It was Hell, there was no better description. Rivers of lava, blackened lands, an ever-present sulphureous cloud.

It was an apocalyptic scene, much like the conditions he experienced back on Earth, albeit those memories were faint now. He held out a hand and cast the same spell meant to rejuvenate the world. However, this time nothing had happened. The world remained stagnant. Embroiled in darkness. Ainz furrowed his nonexistent brows and descended below.

Something moved obscured by the mist, something huge, colossal.

Massive feelers impacted the ground, and a vast starfish stalked the land. It wasn’t alone.

Ainz remained garbed in the mist, hidden from the stalkers as he reached his destination.

Nazarick was still there, right where he had left it. It couldn’t have been that long, what happened? He pushed aside his doubts and entered the Great Underground Tomb.

He still had a {Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown], but he opted against it. Whatever was going on, it’d be best if he didn’t teleport into the middle of it. He walked through the halls and floors of the tomb, one after another. With each hall, with each floor Ainz felt anxiety return, the ever-present emotional suppressor blinking in and out of existence.

What has happened here? How long was he gone?! It couldn’t be that long!

He sped up his steps as he rushed through floor after floor, where is everyone?! Dust coated everything, he wasn’t gone more than a few months tops, what the hell had happened?! He doubled his steps, but at this point in time he had reached the 10th floor, the end of the line.

He came upon no Guardian, no denizen of Nazarick, no comrade of his, not even…

The ring glowed on his fingers, and he came before a massive double door. The entrance to the treasury of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.

“…?!”

The double doors were broken through. Massive dents and claw marks carved into the huge double doors, clearly the cause of the failure to hold. Ainz moved slowly, his orbs taking in everything in great detail while he made his way deep inside the treasury.

There was a battle here… a last stand. A desperate struggle for survival, but… against whom?

The skeleton dragged its feet on the ground, eyes searching for answers when he suddenly halted.

There under the rubble lay a bizarre spear, in truth a lance, Ainz knew who it belonged to. He moved further inside, on his way he saw several familiar weapons and armors abandoned amidst the ruins.

With each second his steps sped, until he came to a stop once more.

There on the ground lay a silver armament, one decorated with a single rose, one he recognized. One he had given to his only support in this world that was out for his blood time and time again.

The Overlord collapsed onto the floor, the heavy skeleton cracking the ground under the force, hollow sockets stared at the silver armament, memories long past resurfacing. It was like it was yesterday, and yet… and yet it felt so… so far out of reach, the Overlord trembled. Magic flared.

The viridescent blight boiled inside his bones, overwhelming the confines of his skeleton, the greenish substance dripped onto the floor, and promptly melted it. The faint halo behind the skull furiously ruffled and expanded, its color deepening into black. The stars orbiting inside of his gown went out, one after another, until all that had remained was darkness.

The sizzling sound of the ground melting was deafening, as Ainz Ooal Gown stood up vehemently, and the tomb shivered. New cracks spread out on the walls, and a black shadow encompassed the Overlord, overwriting reality itself as it exerted its will over creation.

A clockwork manifested behind the Overlord, and a vortex of pure energy resurfaced, and tore a hole into reality. He had done it before, who was to say who couldn’t do it again? Who was to say he didn’t deserve another chance to start over? To have a happy ending. Who would dare deny him?!

Tick. Tack. Tick. Tack. Tick. Tac-

The clockwork did its job, soon it would reach zero, and then he could drag time backwards one more time. He could reverse this all, he knew he could! A shadow stirred on the walls, one that had escaped his notice until now. It launched at the Overlord, who in turn sent the damned thing flying through a black hole. He would not pull any punches, not now, not again, never again.

He had the power to protect all, then how could he fail? How could he let this happen?!

A screeching noise filled the air, the clock hand was forcefully dragged backwards, and the Overlord could feel his power rapidly leaving his body. It mattered not. He had more than enough power to do what he must, consequences be damned, he wanted—no, he needed a rematch.

One where he wouldn’t have to abandon all that he loved, all that he cared for. One where he could have his happy ending. And to that end no price was too great. The souls devoured blinked out one after another as Ainz Ooal Gown consumed them all and channeled into a single spell.

Slowly the clock hand was dragged backwards, however with each second more and more shadows materialized all around the treasury, each lunging at the Overlord, each intent on stopping the undead committing the ultimate taboo.

Ainz lashed out, his aura swelling in size, it annihilated everything without a trace. A darkness that consumed all. Not even the walls were spared as the treasury was broken down, and soon Ainz was floating within an empty dimension, one that used to house the treasury and all its glory was now an empty realm. Within shadows kept materializing, only to be consumed by his aura.

The shadows were soon replaced by terrors of the abyss, with a singular purpose, to impede him.

Almost… almost there…

Ainz struggled. He endured the torrent of onslaught while he grinded back the hand of the clock, he could almost see the world he wanted to be part of. He could almost taste the air.

Just a little more…!

But then the rug was mercilessly ripped out from under him, and the Overlord buckled as the vortex collapsed onto itself and time returned to its normal flow.

“NO!“ He bellowed, a skeletal hand outstretched, grasping as if he could touch the past disappearing right in front of his eyes. If it disappeared, his future would be bleak, he couldn’t allow it!

The white wisps were tainted a yellowish green as the Overlord invoked another taboo.

Countless souls screamed in torment, and the skeleton went through another series of changes, while at the tip of the outstretched hand the vortex roared alive with newfound life.

The clockwork behind him came into existence once more, and time halted its march.

“I will NOT let go!” The undead cried through clenched teeth, holding onto dear life.

“I̶̛̛̛̹̯͙͑̂́͊̍̾̏̉̉̕ ̷̨̛͕̪͚̭͉͙̝͇̫͇̗̄̏̋͐͋̍̓̃̒ţ̵͉̖͉̫͎̘̦̮̳̪̊̃͗̊͜h̷̛̰̼̫̥͍̼̣́í̶̛̗̜̱̠̅̀̇̂͋̀̇̒̾͋́͠͠ͅn̸͎̤͉͇̗̓̓̇̊̀̊ͅk̶̡̨͍̹͚̠̘̣͓̙͚̖̩̗͌͜ ̴͈̰̒̃̎̇͝ṫ̶̡̮̟̪̝̟̣̲̩̐̈ḣ̶̨̧̧͔̲͙͙̦̖̹̏̀̌̎͆͝a̸̢̩̼̱̮̼̻̖̘̣͍̲̘̮͙͌̑̌̄̍̋͌̈́́̈́̈́͋͝͠ṫ̶̡̢̰̬̺̦̠̤̱̗̫͎͎͗̀̚̚͝'̴̡͇͈̖͓̒̓̓̋s̷̤̪̜̥͖̳̅̽́̎͛͠ ̸̮͓͕̬͇̟̹̇̔̈́͆̓̓͂̈͝͝ē̸̞̼͓̭̺̲̫̖͓̼̱̳͍̗̮̄̊̎͋́͒̈́̀̿ņ̴̬̗̖̹̩̫̜͔͕̗̒̇́̐̆̿͗̔̾͊̑̍͜͝ö̴̦͚̬̞̱͕͇͓́̐́͂̉̾͐́̀̓̑̈́͗͜ͅͅú̵̺͈̻͕͔̠͚͕̭̜̠̆̈͑ͅg̵̣͇͍̬̬̖̘̳͛͆̂̉̿̔̃̉̑̌̓̔̂̋̚͜ͅh̵͙̩̫̫͛͂͊̈̿̑̂̽̀͛̂̒̚.̶̡̛̣̜̰̤̽̒”

The surging powers in the area instantly dispersed, and Ainz found himself face to face with a man in a black suit. He would pass of as an ordinary businessman if not for the fact that his face was a bubbling mess of darkness with a dozen slit yellow eyes. This presence, Ainz recognized it.

Yog-Sothoth. Why?! Why now?!

"I̸̢̞͋̔̈̀ ̸̧͈̲̗̗́̾̃͐̿͌̃͗h̴̡͚̺͍͙͉̤̎͋̌͐å̸͇̾v̸̨̛̝̲̍͗͗̿͑è̷̢͎̹̲̙̭̄̏ ̴̠̖̘̭̹̪̱̎͆̄̅̚ͅg̸̰̖̩̜̯̫̪̰̓̄̽̊i̵̦̖̝̬̹͌͑̌̿̅̀̀͘ͅv̷̳͊͂ē̶̛͎̱̦̊̆̏̀̋̍ͅn̴͙̣̫̗̓̽̽̽ ̵̬̮̯͎͇̺̄̌̐̽͋̂͝ý̶̹̬͈͍̪o̴̡̟͍̱͚̾̑́u̷͕̠̳̮͙͔̤̳͊̃͋͋̄ ̸̡̱͎̠͖̲̾̅͆̿̌͝l̴̢̻̫͚̒è̶̪̜̭̄̚ę̵̨̫͓͎̳̤̎̽̈́͂͑͠͝w̴̨̜̱͓̗͈͕͔̒̚a̴̞̝͔̱͖͍̪̋̐̕ͅy̴̖̠̖̌͝ ̸͔̘͚̥͙̘͆͂͋̀̔͒l̷̰͘ą̷̡̭̹͈̥͚̃s̴̡͖̯͇̝̝̭͔̍̎̅̈́̋͊͆̇t̶̢̗͕̹̒̓͜ ̶̥̗̜̞̤̣̓̈̀̎͐̕t̴͖̱͙̞̠̻̺̏̽̋͑͠ǐ̷͔̜̞̱͓̠̑́m̶̮̳̍̽̎̆͐͘͝ę̴̰̟͉̿,̴͚̝̬̓͗͒͗̽́͘ ̴̢͍̦̀s̴̪͋́͋͂̒̋͝į̵̤̲͉̮̯͐͂n̶̼̭̰͖͉͎͓͗̃ç̶̙̽̒́͂͊͘e̴͖͈̳͕̺̜̒̏̈́̎̓̚ ̵̩́͑̈́̐͒͌͂ͅm̵̓̽͜ỳ̵͖̰̻̱͈̈́͠ ̵̧͇̫̬̘͔̱̒͒́͠ẇ̴̖ͅi̷̭͖̜̫͂̎̀̿̂̈̇̕f̶̛̹̱͐̓̋̿̏ȩ̸̧̛̟̼̲̘̑ ̶̭͔̱̰̅̄͒͜ͅw̶̘̟͚͍͖̟̥̝͑͒͒͗̀͊̕͘â̵̗̪̞̤͙̬̲͍̅̕ș̸͔͕̝̃̃̿̾̒̀͝ ̵͔̘̖̬͔͉̰̈́̑͐͜ờ̷̰̘̖̖̒͑ǘ̷̢̡̺̣̗̱̊͜t̴̬͍͙̪̲̏ ̴͙̞̙̥̮̩͛̅̔̈́̀͠ͅo̷̥̘̣͂͛̈́f̵̠̐̑͐̔̋̐ ̴̧̛̬͇͕̥̑̂ļ̶͎̲̪͓̥̩͂̉̓́̏̒̌̉ͅi̷͉̪̞͂̉̅̀͝n̷͓͍͋̄́͂̄̔́e̴̢̨̜͍̲̓̉́̋͝,̸̡̞͚̠̰̦͔̄͝ ̷̡͔̼̤̙͚̈́̀́͊̒̔̀͝h̷̢̞͍̘͍͙̹͗͑̅̑̇̚͘͘o̸̰̫̽̔̿͊͠͝ẇ̴̡̜͚̦̝̎̚e̸̛̹̋̅́̎̚v̴̨̼̔̃̏͒͂̕ë̷̲̩̬̰́͐̀̌͘͜r̷̯͈̐̀͌ ̴͔̭̈̆I̷͖̩͇͕̲̝̒͊̀͌͐̍͠ͅ ̵͓͚̱͂̇̈́͑͒̏͝͝c̴̰͕̰͍͖̦͎̬̅̊̌͑̓̕ȁ̶̦̪͍͋̽̓́̕ǹ̵͉͈̩̣̘̳̔̈̍̾̑̀͜͝'̸̧͈̗͕̮̩̲̆̓͗̂͆̌̇t̶̘̯́̏̈́ ̸̛̜͍͔͇̭̘̟̒̒̄͗́̚ȟ̸͕̗͍͓̥͒̚a̸̛̺̝̾͛̀̐̅͂v̷̧̢͈̱̙̙̽̒̉̀̎͝ē̸̢̝̮͙̫͚͕̒̾ ̸̣̙̘̠̱̑̑y̴͔͚̰̟̞̩͍͚̅͂̌̉̔͘͝o̸̠̲̓͋͆̎ư̶̺̣̬̄͐͋̉͂ ̸̨̛͉̮͔̩̠̫̞̐͆͋͝m̵̨̱̬͙̭͑̽̽̆̽̈́͠ͅę̷̦̥̠̪̩̬͋̔́̑͒͗͜͝d̷͙͔͎͋̀d̷̡̙̀͛̍̏̾̊ḽ̸̛͓̥̣̩̜̰̪͂͌͐͘ȅ̴̈́͌̈́͝ͅ ̴̨̥̪͍̣̟͖̫̉̀̄̄̄̅̎͠w̶̢̭͉̮̺͝͝ͅi̷͍͈̺͕͎̣̯͂̓̉͗͗t̶̰̱̲͛̆̉͐h̶̹̙̼̔̉̃͛͌͜͝ ̵̟͈͗̀t̷̛͍͓͙͔̜̞̫̽̊̌̏͜͝h̸̼̞̙̐͗̑̃͒͘e̶̢̺̯̠͈̜̓͑̑́̎͂ ̸̛̻͂̉l̸̜͈̣̠͎̓̊́̕͝a̵̢̡̛͔͔͇̔͜w̸̦̫̺͛͊̿̈́͊̾s̴̡̘͈̙̝͂͋͛̊͊͒͘ ̵̧̰̻̥̙͉̈́̎͐̈́̒̈́͌o̵͖͉͇͖̅̏̀̆̒͜f̸̱̣̖͖͓̪͓͑̌͒͒ ̶̨̛̯̺̭͒̃̒̏̽t̵̎̚ͅḧ̷͇̺̩̭̬͔̜͂̍̕ͅe̸̦̘̙̹̾͂͗̋̋ ̴̤̻̻͒̈́̉̄B̶̫̗͚̪̾̾͗͒̆͝l̵̛̲͇̺̺̜̔̅͋͗͌͝î̴̥̲̳͚̪̿͂̔n̷̟̗͉͍͉̬̄ͅͅd̴͍̮̱̘̼͚̹͊̔̾͆͌ ̶̨͎̺̲̦͙͇̅Ī̶̢͚͔̼̠̘̝̥̈́̒̄̓͋͛͝d̶̨͖̙̖̥̝͚̆̀̓̾̽̔î̶̡̲̣̙̟̼͍̾ͅõ̴̢̧͙̤͊̽̆̂̿̚͜t̷͈̣̘̹̙͝.̸̨̖̦̪̿͂̊̏̚ ̸̨̛̠̻̪̈̽͑͑̈̏̚͜ͅŢ̴̤̯̟̗̯͊ͅh̵̡̯̰̹̐ì̷̧̫̠̪̗̓͝s̸̲̋̄͊͜ ̵͇̻̙͛͋̀͝i̵͉͈͈̳͚͛̓́̉̌͛͜͠ş̴̟̺͆̈́̈́͒͊͝ ̸̠̭̅̅͊ͅa̶̡̮̲͉̪̖͌̄͜͝ͅ ̴̡̟͚̟̘̝̦̱͂̃̋̒̀w̴̢̰͎̪͕͕͈̝͒a̵͓̦̳͙̟͙̱̍̀̾̈́͒̚͜͝r̸̙̬͆͑̎̐̐n̴̛̻̈́̍́̾̋̔̽ï̶̛̱̟̘̇̓͒n̵̳̫͒g̶̨͇̙̎͆̎̌̐͐͝.̸̢̩͉̱̰̼͙͈̓̽̏̿̈́͒̌͆ ̶̼̻̀́̇̑̀̕͜͝͠Ŝ̸̪͒̊̐͗͗ḥ̶͈̫̑̆̅͛͜ò̵̡̨̱͎̆ų̴̤̼̺̐̑l̵͖̺̊̔̽d̸̛͕̩̩̠̖̑̾͌͗͒̅͝ ̸̭͚̮̻̜̹͓̏̂̈͊͊͐̒͘y̸̜̤̾͆o̵̧̳̲̎͋̓̽̈͒͌ṵ̸̦̑̑͝ͅ ̷̡̪͈̗̦͈̊̇̄͒͛͠͠͠t̷͇̫̜̆̈͝r̷̢̬͈͇̠̖͂́̌͊̑̓̀̈͜y̵̻̜̽ ̴͕̏͗̇̿̀͊̔͝a̶̡̿g̷̨̻̤͕͕̖͙̩̽a̷͉̘̤̦͘͜i̸̧͖̯̟͑̓́n̷̺̰̠̔̽̽̕͝͠,̷̡̖̙̬̯̫̼̺̂͂̑͆̈́ ̴̻͇̼̫̞͓̌̔͊̇̓͠y̶̠̻̣̻͚̖̞̌͆͌̃́o̷̳̰͆u̶̲̜͖͕͇̦̽͒̈́̌̑͜͝ ̵̢̪̱̟̑̿̀̉̓̐͛̆ẅ̵̲̙̰͆̔́̓̂̚̕͜i̴̧̪͙̭̥̔͋͑͆͊̀̾͘ḻ̴̣̗͝l̵̢̫̭̖̀̅͌̓̓̿͗͠ ̷̢̧̱̈́b̶͎̺̗͔̹͈͎̯̎̏͂ë̴̥̪̯͇̥͚̘̹́͆̆͑͋̋̃͠ ̸̥͓̈́̂͑͛͝͝e̸̮͚̋͊́̍̆͐͝r̵͉̼̯̘͉̿̂̔͒͜͜a̴͈̫͕͐͗̊̑͂̅͐͑ͅs̵̗͎̮͎͌̈́̒͆͗̉͘͠ę̷̫̱̠͇̙̥̙̉̎̓̕d̸̮̹̖̺̑.̶̼͎̜̹̬͔́͂͂́̀͒̀͜͝ͅ"

With that The Beyond One began warping out of existence.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” The Overlord thundered and let loose a devastating spell.

Black lightnings tinged in yellowish green arched over the rift and impacted the disappearing eldritch terror, but the Beyond One shrugged off the spell without much trouble.

“O̷̧̝̤̹͍͙̞̲͑̽̅͒͐̽̃̀̒͋̾̐͒̌̋̐h̶̡̤̲̬̪̲̙̮̞͓̙̳̳̏̅͝?̴̨̨̯̣̠̳̙̖͉̼͎̍̑͘̚ ̷̨͉̖̯̻̮̩̱̀̋̾̓̄͋͒̀͂̓͝͝͝Ỹ̸͍̞̫͇̝͗̆̒̕͠o̵̢̦̝͔̮̱̘̣̯̎͂͐̀͜͜ǘ̸̖̺͈̩̲̌̈́̋̉̀͋̌̎͐̋͌͝ͅͅ'̴̨̺͕͍̟̪̿̄͐̎̎̆͑̌́̈̓͘̕v̴̨̼͚͇͇̓̉̊́͂̕͘ę̴̲̣͇͇̱̰̬̤͙̯͝ ̴̨̖̯̄̈̿͊ğ̷͕̭̙̤̖̫̩̫͈̥̮͕̈́r̴̳͎̟̭͎̻̦̣̖̗͙̭̐̑̂̍̅̈́͛̌̈́͒̇̅̈͜͝͠ͅo̶̟̱̞̩͚̼̺̫͓̩̜̱̱̫͔̖͓̐̈́̆̽͝ẃ̸̹̤̜̜̦̠͙͈͙͖̩͇͎͇͐̈͘͝͝n̵̢̯̝͖̘͗̂̌̈͌̿̈́̽͛͆̒͗̂̎̃̚ ̴̧̢̯̱̺̠̼́̓̐͋̚é̵̢̞͔̼̠̳͍̪͕̯͑̓v̴̨̢̛̠͉̳̼̘̥̭̪̻̝̫̠̖͗̌̔̊̇͌̕͜e̶̬̬͐̽̀͋͛̀n̷̢̨̛̦̱̲̜̩͉̭̙̣̠̻̅̾͗̃̽̒̍̽̽́̃͜ ̷̫͚̟̙̻̎̓̅̆̒̉͂̑̏̚͘ş̶̛̳̜̯̞̳̭̟̞̯͚̖̺̞̣̹̏̾̎̉̾̆͛̆̆̀̆̓͆̅̒͘t̵̨͎̙͍̹̮̳̠͕̻͕̻̭̋̈́̃̽͘͝͠r̸̛̛̤̫̪͙͓͆̆̎̈͊͗́ͅỏ̸̬̦͎̤͎̭͇̂̊̀͂̽́̀̅̑͜ň̶͉̯̫̠̹̳̮̻̓̐̔̎͂̉̈̃̕g̷̢̧̺̳͔̰͕̠͚̤̍͑͌̈͌̓̕͘̚͝ĕ̴̟͚̬͉̬̠̝̬̳̩̯̖̣͆̈́̍̎̂̓̊͌͋͝ͅr̵̡̛̛̬̥̘̯͉̗͇̮͈͉̖̠̊̓͗́̓́͊͑́͘͜͝.̷̰̭͖͛.̸͇̼͖̥̑͐̅̌̽̕.̴̥͕̑͑̀̔̋̈̔̐̅͛́̄̎̇̑̚͝ḧ̶̫̭̳̖̫̬̘͙̪͔̞͎͔̯̘́̓̑͌̒̋̒̾̀̌̊̌̆͆͜͝͝a̵̢͇̘͔̭̥͇͐̔̎̈́̽̉͛͝͝͝͝͠͝͠h̵̢̬͇̼͎̰͔̰͐-̷̧̝͔̬̖͂̒̿̿̑͘H̶̢̧͚̗̰̻̥̯̼̜͓͔̦͛̔͊̾̀̚ͅĄ̸̧̢͔̟̠̥͍̙̰̻̻͕̃̏̄̔̒̉̓̑̋ͅh̶͉̝̭̲̣̩̟͔͔͚̔̍̋̾́ͅ-̵̢̛͙̯͈̘̝͕̙̦̜̮̹̌̉̓̐̓̿̓̒͛͘͜͝A̵̫̖̖͗͐̐̌̃͗̀̾H̸̢̛̪̭͈̹̺̮̙̱̦̻̗̹̆͐́̒́̑͌̏̏̕!”

The Overlord was left alone, with no hope of ever grinding back time again. Not with THAT watching.

He invoked summoning spells in quick succession, calling undead, demon, and lesser terrors alike. Each in service of one goal, to scour this world, and find his family. He would have a HAPPY ending.