The night was peaceful. The streets of Pranimzean glowed with lantern light, and the air carried the scent of warm food from taverns. Children laughed, merchants finished their last trades, and warriors of different races sat together, sharing stories.
They had no idea that death was approaching.
Beyond the city walls, deep in the dark forests, an army gathered in the shadows.
The organization of Benling, backed by the Monster King, had sent their strongest guilds on a single mission: to wipe Pranimzean off the map.
A Pact with the Monster King
High above the battlefield, hidden in the darkness of the mountains, a monstrous figure watched.
The Monster King, a towering entity with multiple horns, glowing eyes, and a body covered in thick obsidian scales, observed the city from a distance. His aura alone could make the bravest warriors tremble.
Beside him stood the leaders of Benling's strongest guilds, along with the heads of the organization.
A high-ranking officer of Benling knelt before the Monster King.
"We have done as agreed. In exchange for your support, Pranimzean will be wiped out tonight."
The Monster King's voice rumbled like a landslide.
"Good. That kingdom… is a mistake. Ainz, your so-called 'Demon King,' has gathered races that should not coexist. That peace is unnatural."
He turned his massive head toward the battlefield.
"Destroy them all. Let the world remember that no kingdom shall stand against us."
The First Strike
A deep, eerie horn echoed through the night. Then—chaos.
The city gates exploded. Fire and debris shot into the air, raining down on the streets. From the smoke, the invaders charged in.
The strongest guilds from Benling, wearing enchanted armor and wielding weapons infused with the Monster King's power, rushed forward, cutting down anyone in their path.
Guards barely had time to react before they were slaughtered.
A young beastman warrior turned just in time to see a blade slice through his chest.
"Ugh…!" He fell to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.
A group of elves tried to form a defensive barrier, but a monstrous creature—twice the size of a human—smashed through it, killing them instantly.
The peaceful streets were now a blood-soaked battlefield.
A Desperate Fight
The warriors of Pranimzean fought back with everything they had.
A massive orc chieftain swung his axe, cleaving three enemies in one strike.
"Fight! For Pranimzean!" he roared.
A beastman archer leaped onto a rooftop, raining arrows down on the attackers.
An elven mage conjured a powerful spell, unleashing a wave of fire that consumed several enemies.
For a moment, it seemed like they could hold their ground.
But then… the true terror began.
The Monster King's elite monsters entered the battlefield.
Giant ogres smashed through buildings, crushing people beneath their feet.
Winged demons rained down dark energy, burning entire streets.
A shadow beast moved like smoke through the city, silently tearing throats apart.
No matter how hard they fought, they were outnumbered.
A beastman warrior screamed as a gigantic claw tore him in half.
An elf tried to run, only to be impaled by a monstrous lance.
No Mercy
A group of innocent civilians ran, desperately seeking shelter.
A high-ranking guild leader, clad in black armor, watched them with amusement.
"Kill them all," he ordered.
The streets were filled with screams and blood.
Women carrying their children were cut down.
The elderly who had once seen war were burned alive.
Even those who surrendered were executed without hesitation.
One of Ainz's close allies, a beastman elder, collapsed in the middle of the street, his body covered in wounds. He looked up at the sky and whispered, "My king… where are you…?" before his life faded away.
The City's Fall
By dawn, half of Pranimzean's population was dead.
The survivors—too weak to fight—were rounded up like animals.
One of the Benling guild leaders stepped over a corpse, smirking.
"So much for the 'Great Pranimzean.'"
Another soldier spat on the ground.
"Without their Demon King, they're just weaklings."
From the mountains, the Monster King laughed.
Pranimzean was in ruins.
And Ainz… had no idea.