A crimson light in the dark approaches the Fallen Queen. An offer accepted, the Fallen Queen follows the Black Bishop off the board.
The Grey Rook has gone silent, the Librarian's grief fuels her resolve.
The Spectator has seen the Black King, in town on other business. Sometimes, she would catch a hint of mist pouring from one side of his face.
The clock ticks, mist rolls in. Square by square, the board becomes harder to see.