Amon felt as though he was being pulled by a terrifying entity.
In the blink of an eye, he was suddenly atop the mountain.
He didn't know how, but he could tell that he was standing at its peak.
The moment he arrived, a gentle voice echoed directly into his mind.
"Welcome."
Amon followed the voice and was shocked to notice a back.
'That back!' Amon's eyes went wide as he gazed at the towering figure before him.
Flowing black hair was gently blown by the wind.
And that terrifying back seemed to shoulder the weight of the entire world.
There was a carefree smile on the man's face, and although Amon couldn't see it clearly, he somehow felt that…
This man was no longer a chess piece.
He was a chess player.
Staring at that back, ambition burned fiercely in Amon's heart.
He…
…wanted to have such an expression!
To look down upon the world without even a hint of emotion in his eyes.
