Trul's breath felt like he was sitting on needles.
Sweat formed on his forehead as he stared at the chessboard. Something sparked within him.
This board… this board…
How were they controlling the direction of a universe? What kind of power must one possess to do this? Was this a glimpse of the Dreadborne Leader's true strength?
Still shaken, Trul looked at his own pieces.
He had only moved a pawn. He still had his rook… his bishops… his queen.
Yet he had a strange feeling, they were all working for this single pawn. His piece had already stepped into the light, while the Leader of Dreadborne's piece remained in the dark.
But this was only the beginning… right?
"Yes, Leader. This is my move," Trul said as he made his play.
Paaahhh
A loud sound echoed as the table trembled.
The pawn he moved stood at the very edge of the chessboard.
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Calus gritted his teeth.
What was happening? What was going on?
A Tigery had suddenly appeared? Why?
