Aether appeared back in his room… an empty room, but now covered in scribbles—words scattered all around, chaotic yet... calculated!
His face was tense, brows furrowed deep as he scribbled and scribbled, fingers gripping the chalk tightly. His other hand clutched his head, his mind racing, searching for a way to win… this damn game!
"Master… that man cornered me without even realizing it," Aether muttered, his voice low but serious.
The Master had truly backed Aether into a corner, without even knowing the full extent of Aether's capabilities.... or even knowing who he was! And despite the unknown variables at play, the Master had executed his plan flawlessly, without making a single error.
"He's different… unlike anyone I've faced until now… and far more dangerous," Aether murmured, eyes narrowing as he stared at the points he had noted down about the Master.
From a chess perspective: