Heavenly Retribution. Mk.2.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

The phantom hound's eyes followed the moving pieces, observing everything that happened. soon, he was panting from the exertion of trying not to pounce the chessboard. "Does the black king represent you then?" Baskerville asked, tilting his head curiously before shaking it. "I think you're something much more than any king..." He said, looking up at Infini. "If we are the four champions... then black king is our fate. If we defeat the black king, then we are no longer following the preset path of that fate, but our own. And you... you are the Grandmaster, the player. You've been planning this all from the beginning, haven't you?" He asked. No anger or shock laced his tone, only innocent curiosity and simple interest.