"You lost," Alayot said, his eyes tracing Trul's expression.
Trul was breaking apart. He couldn't believe it. So he had already lost… even from the start. Was he deceiving himself? He had actually believed he could win at one point.
Trul took deep breaths as he wiped his tears. He didn't know it, but ever since he had started this chess game and realized it wasn't ordinary, that every piece represented life, that every piece controlled the trajectory of a reality, he had taken it very seriously. But… he had been wrong.
No wonder the calmness of this leader of the Dreadborne. No matter what steps he thought he had taken, no matter what divine move he had imagined, Alayot had just observed everything quietly. No surprise. No happiness. No sadness. No frown, no laughter, not even a smile.
Just a calm, natural face… from this demon.
"As for your question… Was it predetermined?" Alayot muttered as Trul fell silent. His ears pricked.
