The End and The Beginning (Overlord Fanfiction)

Today is a sorrowful day.
It is three in the afternoon, and though normally you would see the sun start setting down, the vast sky above me is black, countless stars glimmering with a myriad of colors. There is no Sun in sight.
That is because I took it for myself--I stole it from heaven, and infused all its power into a single sword that would serve me in the many adventures that were to come.
The [Elemental Sword -- Fire] was an Artefact, one of the most powerful weapons in all of Yggdrasil, stronger than even Divine-Class Items.
Naturally, it was not easy to obtain it: it was an arduous battle and a horrible grind, but well worth it, and exhilarating.
The sense of danger, the pleasure of adrenaline, the fatigue of long hours of work, and the hope given by every little victory--all of them culminated in a most cherished prize.
One of the most difficult and rewarding moments of my life.
But the reason I managed to achieve it--
I turn around, and right in front of me there is a tall Warrior clad in the purest white armor from head to toe, head hanging low as though pensive: this is my Tank, the Warrior who proudly stood before me and valiantly protected me from attacks I was weak against by nature...
"((Unequip)) Helmet."
I gave the command, and the helmet vanished as if it had been an illusion.
Before me was a woman of dark skin and long ears; her long hair flowing down like liquid gold, her locks softly curving at the ends, the bangs accentuating her sharp eyes and heart face.
Thick golden eyelashes adorned her deep green-and-blue eyes tenderly looking down onto me, her face relaxed, her luscious lips in a placid smile.
I gaze into her, and she gazes into me... then the grief of knowledge overcomes me, and I want to cry.
Today is a sorrowful day, for today the DMMO-RPG 'YGGDRASIL' is going to shut down and cease to exist.
"Elisa...", I utter her name repeatedly in between sobs.
This was Elisa, the NPC I was rewarded with after conquering a whole dungeon by myself and obtaining the World Item [The Strong Are Followed], one of the Twenty, which allowed a Player to create an NPC, without the need for a guild base, that the Player could take anywhere they wanted.
Needless to say, I have grown deeply attached to her. She has accompanied me and protected me in many a great Adventure. Thanks to her, I managed to get a whole three other World Items, a feat only the most powerful of guilds are known to have achieved.
But she is going to die--cease to exist--disappear. My chest hurts; I can hardly breathe; streams of scorching heat flow down my cheecks. I am crying.
Little by little, in between silences and sobs, I give her my parting words, my Elegy, determined to spend my time with her until the very end.
The clock had struck 11:58PM before I knew it. Death was closing on us, and there was nothing I could do.
"I wish we could have more time together, if only a little. I wish I could stay with you. I wish I could take you with me. I wish you would not die and disappear..."
--These were my last words as I hugged her, closing my eyes right before midnight came and waiting to be forcefully disconnected from Yggdrasil servers, but then I lost consciousness.