As Anthony and Spectre engaged in yet another round of chess, the very fabric of space and shadow contorted, twisting as though sentient, before giving way to the sudden emergence of Kingsley.
"So it's you," Spectre said calmly, his gaze briefly shifting to Kingsley before returning to the board.
Without lifting his eyes from the game, Anthony spoke, his blue eyes fixed with quiet focus.
"How did the interrogation go?"
Kingsley took the seat beside him, exhaling deeply as he replied, "Quite the ordeal... and then, rather unexpectedly, I was released."
"You weren't unexpectedly set free by chance."
Spectre said, sliding his rook forward with deliberate grace, a faint smile tugging at his lips, an indication that his strategy was unfolding as planned.
"What do you mean?" Kingsley asked, his gaze drifting toward the chessboard.
"It wasn't some grand cosmic twist," Spectre replied smoothly. "Anthony is the one who secured your release."
