The game was over
"No wonder it's called the Enigma Chessboard."
Sylvia's gaze sharpened slightly, a hint of worry flickering across her face.
The canyon seemed to be subtly influenced by the chessboard, as if it were under its control, forming a small, self-contained world.
Breaking through this miniature world head-on wouldn't be easy.
But if Timothy was in danger, there was no way she could just sit back and let the game continue.
I refuse to believe he can beat the Chess Emperor at his own game.
Staring at the chessboard in front of him, Holy Emperor Luminis couldn't help but feel a surge of competitive pride.
Even though his own skills were probably nowhere near enough, he was certain that Timothy would embarrass himself against the Chess Emperor this time!
Forget about winning—just the Enigma Chessboard alone could evolve into a small world, revealing countless truths about the universe and the human experience.