The guardians held a meeting inside the great tomb of Nazarick.

They have all gathered in the throne room, — all but Gargantua. They had been transported to a new land, to a new world it seemed, however what caused them worry was not this, but the absence of the supreme beings.

Up until now they have firmly believed that the supreme beings seeing their feverous work would grant them the greatest of presents and grace them with their presence. But now that hopeful dream was crushed. They were indeed transported out of the void, but no supreme being welcomed them.

What was the point then? They asked themselves, but soon realizing their blasphemous thoughts they quickly erased it from memory, hoping that the supreme ones weren't displeased.

"What are we to do now?" Shalltear asked, hoping to receive an answer to the problem at hand.

Abruptly the great double doors leading to the throne room burst open.

"What is the meaning of this?" Albedo questioned in an irritated voice. "Who would dare disrupt our m-?! The voice died in her throat as her eyes dilated while gazing at the impressive striding figure.

Whispers escaped the guardians' lips as the imposing skeleton finally reached halfway between them and the doors…

Then out of nowhere an over-the-top salute made the hair on the guardians back stand on edge.

"What th-?"

"Impostor!"

"Attack!"

The words left the guardians mouths as they leapt into action.

"W- wait! It's, It's me P-pandora's Actor!" Called out the skeleton in a distressed voice as he teleported several dozen fts away.

The guardians halted their advance when they saw the bones melting into a glue and reforming into a plain eggheaded doppelganger.

The guardians' eyes flared in frustration.

How cruel one must be to give them hope, only to rip it away?

Most likely they would have pounded down on any denizens of Nazarick, be they simply spawns or guardians, but Pandora's Actor was a special case. He was created by the last supreme being, the one who had stayed the longest, Lord Momonga — leader of the 41.

This if nothing else had given him a privilege to dodge any rash attack the guardians might throw at him out of anger and exasperation. Feelings born from the fact that they couldn't do anything. They were powerless to bring back any of the 41.

The atmosphere was tense as several seconds passed when finally, Demiurge spoke up.

"I believe as Guardians it is our duty to guard the legacy of the supreme beings."

Several nods accompanied his statement.

"I also believe that the supreme beings had brought us here for a reason."

Again, several nods confirmed the other's agreement with his words.

"Do not lose hope, my dear comrades I believe that this is a test of the supreme one's design!"

Demiurge declared in absolute certainty as several gasps were heard in the room.

"We shall take this world as a storm and find our supreme beings even if we have to raze everything else to the ground!" Demiurge declared and the guardians broke out in a delightful cry.

Sebas had a hardened expression hearing the devil's words, but he remained silent. If it meant that he would see his creator Lord Touch-me then there was no price too great to pay… or so he thought not knowing his resolve in the face of innocent lives lost would weaken…

"I and Albedo will work out the details, until then be ready! The great underground is going to WAR!"

Shouts of affirmation and delight filled the grand hall as Demiurge finished his speech. Aura and Mare was jumping up and down happy at the prospect of meeting their creator soon, while Albedo's and Shalltear's visage contorted in perverse desire. Cocytus threw his many hands holding his halberd up into the air in anticipation, while Sebas reservedly witnessed the unfolding.

…

In but a few days the armies of Nazarick were ready to march and march they did. Nothing could hinder their advance as they made their way looking for the supreme beings. Or at least, that should have been the case… they couldn't have known what monstrosities lurk in the abyss.