In the narrow Border Prison, it seemingly became infinitely vast in an instant.
It's as if, the moment the giant eye opened, the entire world magnified along with it, making one feel so insignificant, like Dust.
And amidst that downward 'overlook', Ji Jue and Wen Wen's figures had already been captured within that pitch-black pupil.
Yet along with them, a figure appeared that did not belong here, seemingly emerging in front of them without a trace.
A slender man with long hair sitting carelessly with his knees pulled close.
A youth, a middle-aged man, or an old man?
Contours overlapped on him, shifting unpredictably, flickering incessantly, difficult to stabilize, yet seemingly intentional.
He held a few black and white stones in his hand, gazing down at the chessboard in front of him, absorbed in his own game. Now, with the giant eye, he lifted his face to look towards them.
Scrutinizing and observing.
