What Caine met was nothing like what he'd expected.
What formed in front of him, unlike before, was a copy of the present him, but not just any copy.
WHOOOSH!
The figure finished forming, and at the same time, upon the marble table separating them, a chessboard appeared.
Long black hair, elusive silver eyes, a tall, tempered frame draped in white robes—it was him.
Caine met his clone's gaze, and the clone met his. It was strange. While he could tell this was a perfect replica of him, he also knew something was off.
There was something uncanny about this clone… something eerie and inhuman.
Uriel walked over to the marble table's side, intently looking at them both before speaking.
He pointed at the chessboard. "A Summoner's Gambit, or in simple words, Chess Necro-Games."
"A simple game of chess played on four dimensions that involves one's summons."
He paused, allowing the announcement to settle before continuing.