A mouthful of blood was spat on the chess board.
The white and black was tainted by red, and with the broken chess pieces, the chess board looked like bloody ruins.
"No! I will not lose!" the chessmaker shouted.
Even though his face was blurred out, the cowardly man could tell the chessmaker was absolutely infuriated, picturing the ferocity and frenzy underneath.
The cowardly man stood up without a second thought, wanting to leave.
Leaving was the best option for him since he had only lost three less-than-obedient skeleton companions.
Otherwise…
The cowardly man shrunk his neck at the sight of the bloody chess board, not wanting to put his life on the line.
"Our collaboration ends here. The Flaming Devil isn't someone that I can afford to provoke. I hope… we can work together again sometime in the future," the cowardly man paused for a second before finishing his sentence.
