The helpless king piece in the chess game looked at the two sides barrelling toward him. But he was not just an evolver, he was a soldier, a war weapon, and he was not a rookie. His indifferent yellow eyes went cold, hard, then lifeless, as he tightened his hold over his sword. His energy moved, and he shone a bright blue, while his sword brightened with a metallic sheen, then the bright colors collapsed.
The blue of his energy turned deep, like a world beset with darkness, and his great sword became truly like a door, and not just in length and width. It turned a metallic dark and dull, like the gateway to the underworld, with him not as the guardian, but the path opener. But it was not just his projected appearance that collapsed.
