Petne, of course, didn't hesitate, flashing Morgana a mischievous grin as he pressed the button firmly.
The arena came alive instantly. The chess pieces shifted, their movements smooth yet unnervingly life-like. The tiles brightened, and a deep, resonant voice echoed through the space, dripping with mockery:
[Welcome, challengers, to the Shadowbind Chess Arena! Oh, how brave you must be to stand here. Or perhaps just foolish? Let us see which!]
Morgana's jaw tightened as the voice continued, the tone oozing with derision.
[Before you lies the ultimate test—not of skill, but of resilience. Will you emerge victorious… or slink away like countless others? Choose your level wisely, though I suspect you'll struggle even with the lowest tiers. Now, impress me.]
With a flash, a glowing menu appeared in the air before them, detailing the levels and their descriptions. Morgana's eyes darted over them, her expression darkening as she read the taunts.
