The second age drew to a close, and Eos was already anticipating that this game would continue like this for a thousand ages, and small victories would accumulate into greater victories that would ultimately lead to his victory or his loss.
Everything in the second age did not go according to his wishes, but it was a miracle that he had been able to accomplish the things that he did, and from here forward, it was just a path of endless refinements, until everything fell into place.
The Painter, without any warning, set its hand flat on the board and waited until Eos looked at it.
A long time passed, and Eos refused to look at the hand until he acknowledged that he needed to look at the hand or the game would not proceed, and he could not risk this happening.
