The whole atmosphere was filled with tension as Buji finished explaining the strategy. The four teammates exchanged glances, knowing that they were not prepared to face the opponents yet.
A wide stone arena opened before them. The checkered floor glowed as light poured from jagged cracks in the ceiling above, revealing the Black Chess Players assembled in the usual formation.
At the forefront was the king, a tall figure with dark armor resembling a living shadow. Beside him was the queen, holding a staff that crackled with energy, if it should be live. In that same way, other officials stood in their normal formations, leaving the pawns in their front to wait for the first sign of movement from the White Players—Buji's team.
"I don't think those officials are just statues. I mean, with their weapons and posture, they look… alive," Tyga swallowed hard.
