The Observer leaned back in his white throne, his grin widening as he gestured toward the board. "I don’t know if you don’t know the rules or if you’re simply overconfident, choosing black and giving me the first move."
Folding my legs, I assumed an authoritative stance and spoke confidently," I know chess very well so don’t go easy on me."
With an air of theatrical flair, The Observer lifted his hand and pointed.
The Observer leaned back in his throne, his gaze sharp and calculating as he studied me from across the board. His fingers drummed lightly on the armrest, a subtle gesture of amusement—or perhaps anticipation.
I returned his gaze with a calm, unflinching stare, my fingers resting lightly on the edge of the board. Neither of us spoke at first, the silence charged with tension.
Then, with a flick of his hand, the Observer made the first move.
"Pawn to e4," he commanded with a sharp voice while looking at me with a flick of amusement.
The white pawn stepped forward, its gleaming marble-like figure moving with the grace of a trained soldier, taking its position with precision. The sound of its movement was a low, resonant thud, echoing through the vast space
The white pawn stepped forward two squares to e4, its armor glinting in the dim light. The figure marched with the precision of a seasoned soldier, planting its sword into the ground as it took its position.
I considered his move, my face betraying no emotion. Slowly, I moved a black pawn to c5, countering with the opening of the Sicilian Defense. My pawn took its position like a sentinel, its dark, polished armor a stark contrast to the marble-like gleam of his.
The Observer smiled faintly, his eyes narrowing. He moved his knight to f3, the piece galloping into position with a feral elegance, its sword raised as if daring my forces to come closer. I responded in kind, moving another pawn to d6, reinforcing my defenses.
We studied each other as the faint hum of the chessboard filled the air as if alive, waiting for blood to be spilled.
The game unfolded with brutal precision. His pawn advanced to d4, and I responded by capturing it with my pawn on c5. The moment my pawn struck, it drove its sword into the white pawn’s chest. The white figure stumbled back, its armor cracking, before shattering into countless fragments that slowly dissolved into nothingness.
"That’s quite a realistic way to play," I responded.
"You like it right?"The Observer clapped while looking at me eager for praise.
"Yes, I love it."
The Observer then chuckled. "You’ve got a fight in you," he said, moving his bishop to b5, threatening my knight. The bishop glided across the board with an otherworldly grace, its staff gleaming ominously.
I countered with a6, forcing his bishop to retreat. The game continued, each move escalating the tension as the pieces clashed with lethal intent.
When his knight charged to d5, I sent my bishop to intercept it. The two pieces met in a fierce clash, the knight’s blade slashing down in a deadly arc. My bishop parried with its staff, but the knight struck again, driving its blade into the bishop’s side. The bishop crumbled into fragments, its glowing remnants fading into the void.
"Your defenses are slipping," the Observer remarked, leaning forward slightly. His queen swept across the board to h5, her ethereal presence exuding an aura of dominance.
I responded with precision, moving my rook to e8, and guarding my king. The black pieces stood firm, though the Observer’s forces pressed harder, their movements relentless and coordinated.
The game’s intensity grew with each passing moment. His forces outmaneuvered mine, breaking through my lines. When his bishop captured one of my rooks on c8, it struck with a decisive blow, its staff crushing my piece into splinters.
The Observer smirked, his voice taunting. "Your pieces are falling one by one, Lukas. Do you still think you can win?"
I glanced at the board, my face unreadable. "Victory isn’t always about the obvious," I replied, my tone as cold and sharp as the blade of a sword.
The game reached its climax. My king stood cornered, surrounded by his knight and bishop. The Observer’s pieces moved in for the final blow, his knight lunging forward to deliver the checkmate. The Observer leaned back with a triumphant grin. "Checkmate," he declared.
But I didn’t flinch. Instead, I leaned forward slightly, my gaze piercing. "You might have won the game," I said, my voice calm, "but I’ve already won where it matters."
His grin faltered, replaced by a look of confusion. "What do you mean?"
I gestured toward the edge of the board. "Look there."
Four black pawns remained on my side of the board, overlooked in the chaos of battle. Two had already advanced to the final rank, transforming into a knight and a rook. Though far from his main forces, they stood poised, waiting.
"So what?" he asked, dismissively.
In response, with a devious smile, I snapped my fingers. A sharp, resounding crack filled the air. The black knight at the far end of the board trembled before leaping off its square with a feral cry. Its blade gleamed as it charged toward the Observer, breaking the boundaries of the game.
"What—!" The Observer’s eyes widened in shock. The knight, no longer bound by the rules, swung its sword with deadly precision, aiming straight for him.
The Observed jumped up from his seat to dodge the attack aiming at him.
The knight who drew its sword then jumped off the horse in response, swinging the blade straight at the Observer. The sword stopped just at the back of his neck.
The Observer’s eyes widened in shock but quickly returned to normal. The knight’s body shimmered and crumbled into dust, disappearing into the air.
Looking at me, the Observer raised an eyebrow and asked, "When did you realize you could control the pieces for real?"
"Now that’s a good question."
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"A very good one indeed."