[Meredith].
Dennis's announcement for the last game was followed up by the warriors coming to clear the training grounds.
Next, black tiles were arranged in a seven-by-seven diamond that shimmered beneath the late sunlight, each tile carved with faint runes.
From above, the board formed an obsidian star—beautiful, ominous, and strangely alive.
We gathered around the table.
Dennis clapped his hands once. "Alright. The final game is Obsidian Path. It requires strategy, intuition, and nerve. Perfect for ending the day."
Everyone seemed eager.
Then, Dennis tapped the board with two fingers.
"The objective is to reach the centre tile. On your turn, you may move your token one square or place a trap to block someone's route."
Next, he lifted a small black tile edged with sharp silver markings. "Step on a trap, and you lose a turn."
Dennis continued, "Last thing… traps stay where they are. Once placed, they are permanent." Then he looked between us all. "Everyone understands?"
