The golden bell’s chimes echoed throughout the Forladtt Land’s different levels.

At a mysterious location nestled within the undulating mountains of the Forladtt Land’s second level, Taran and Jurryt engaged in a game of chess. Positioned around a colossal chessboard, they stared at the shining black and white pieces intertwined that created a complex pattern.

Taran analyzed the chess pieces, stroked his beard, and laughed heartily, ‘How will you turn the tides, Dragon King?”

Jurryt looked at the chessboard, somewhat embarrassed. His lips twitched as he said, I’ll just take one step back. Just one!”

Taran looked at Jurryt and said, “Once a move is made, there is no room for regret. I’m afraid you’ll have to hand over the thousands of high-grade cores your legion has just acquired.”

Jurryt said anxiously, “You can’t do this, Wizard. I won the last two games. What bout those?”

Taran retorted, “You only won because you cheated! You’ve got really bad sportsmanship! Should we bring th