In the ethereal chessboard realm, Xerxez's mind raced, grappling with the surreal encounter. Questions hammered at him with every beat of his heart: Who and what is this place?
"Dimension?" Xerxez's question cut through the silence, chasing the man who sat observing him intently, his gaze sweeping from head to toe.
The man on the throne exuded a powerful, masculine aura. His voice was captivating and cool, like that of a protagonist in a theatrical play. His physique was fair yet muscular, perfectly suited to his cosmic king's attire. A halo-like cloak glowed behind him, and Xerxez noticed his eyes shining like sunbeams.
His crown, crafted from gold, diamonds, and jewels, sparked a thought in Xerxez's mind: perhaps the embellishments on his dagger originated from this checkered realm.
Why am I here?
