"It's a pity~" Kensa Bishop hummed contently and nodded his head.
"If he was among us, he would have been a prominent figure who could instil fear just with his name..." He mumbled to himself and gazed at the battlefield.
"Hmm~ I want to have a feast too...." He licked his lips while staring at his pawns, enjoying the frightened blood of human bodies before those bodies were lit up like candles, making it almost a perfect candle light dinner, if not for the screams.
"Let's watch it for a bit longer...." He mumbled with a wide ominous grin.
He looked at the frontline, which was almost leading the entire battle; knowingly or unknowingly, they were standing in a zigzag pattern that would form if every next 'pawn' in the chess board was moved by a single step.
'I guess, that's why his majesty Azazel loves chess....' Kensa Bishop thought.
