To Steal The Game
It was at this moment that it happened. The devil moved a piece that tricked brother Dan, and another Devil piece moved forward, standing right before brother woody's Consciousness, a floating mass of cloud, representing his conscious thought process. And it was the devil's turn to attack.
Brother dan had not miss calculated. In fact, on the chess board, this was exactly the right move to make. After all, once this particular piece had been sacrificed, the way to the king would be open and a possible checkmate was eminent.
However, this was still the consciousness of a person.
As Brother Woody's consciousness was struck, a deep and eerie silence filled the chamber.
The devil knight's blade cleaved through the floating cloud of Woody's essence with a horrifying precision, its arc deliberate and merciless. The attack seemed to echo through the room, resonating with a cold, chilling finality.