Bound to the Dark King
"That’s what we’re here to find out, isn’t it?"
"Hmm," Malik grunted.
As Malik poised to make his move, I held up a hand, halting him. He looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Just like every other game, we should have rules. Make your move now, Malik."
"What are the rules?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of cautious intrigue.
"For every checkmate, the other person is obliged to answer a question from the opponent... honestly."
Malik fell silent, his gaze returning to the board where he studied the layout with a strategist's intensity. After a moment, he slid a piece forward decisively. "I know you’re quite good at this. Why challenge me if you know you would like