As the White Queen's decree echoed through the expanse of the Chessboard, Ren's mind raced with his own strategy.
Time became a precious commodity, each passing moment carrying the weight of impending defeat. The pressure mounted, and beads of sweat formed on his brow as he contemplated his next move.
His eyes darted across the intricate arrangement of the alabaster army and the opposing forces of the White Queen's loyal subjects. Each piece represented a potential move, a calculated risk that could tip the scales in his favor or seal his downfall.
Ren's gaze met the intense stare of the White Queen, her eyes gleaming with a mix of confidence and challenge. Time ticked away, the seconds slipping through his fingers like sand. Every decision he made needed to be swift yet carefully considered.
