Wijk Aan Zee. A small village near the coast of the Netherlands, a place where the rich people often used to relax on holiday. It was a beautiful site, with the sandy beaches, dunes, and a charming seaside environment, enough to bring inner peace to its visitors.
However, for any chess lover, this was a completely different place from those original descriptions. No, this was one of the holy lands of chess, the village that had been holding a bloody battlefield for the best players in the world every year. Hell, some people even said that this was the Wimbledon of chess, the place where a legendary story would be born for the future era.
The moment Sheva took a step into that village, he could also feel the thick atmosphere in the air. Even though it was quite chilly with the winter air still piercing through his bones, the smell of gunfire was so strong in the resort where they lived.
