• Even the White King's most skillful knights cut down. His Queen forced to rule in his stead while he himself has been stricken by that damned disease. The White King closed his blue eyes for the moment, remembering the pleasant memories of the past. A cold breeze brushed against his face. Slowly, his eyes reopened looking out towards the dusty wasteland, he recognized the Black King's attire instantly. He readied himself, entering in a battle he knew the outcome of...


    ...The Black King was on the ground, battered and unconscious, his sword shattered into pieces. He was defeated by the White King, who was still standing. His eyes looked at the unconscious Black King, he turned to leave when he suddenly collapsed to the ground. His Queen battered, but still alive rushed to her King's side, only for him to be slowly dying in her arms. She pleads for him to not die on her, tears running down her face. The White King comments how he cannot see anymore, even though his eyes are opened. He reaches a hand up to his Queen's face, giving her one final warm smile, before his eyes shut for the last time. His hand and crown falling to ground, the disease finally taking the White King. The Black King finally received what he wanted, but not the way he would have intended. The Black had won...