"I didn't expect to lose."
Staring at the chessboard in front of him, Holy Emperor Aldric pondered for a while before finally shaking his head with a smile.
He had lost, and lost completely.
From the very beginning, he never imagined that the sword intent of the ancient technique, Realm of a Thousand Blades, could be applied to the killing moves in a chess game.
"I never thought there would be such a deep connection between sword intent and chess."
He sighed. "Well, I'm just a lingering remnant of a soul, guarding the only path to the depths of the Sepulcher of the Sacred. Since you've won the game, I'll keep my word. You may proceed."
Holy Emperor Aldric glanced at the vast stars slowly fading from view. He no longer had the youthful arrogance and disdain for everything that he once did. In his eyes, there was even a hint of weariness, a sense of time passed.
