Bishop John sat at a table in an empty room.
The table was placed calmly in the center, with another chair opposite it. A Tabula board occupied nearly all of the surface, with nothing else in sight.
John loved Tabula. Aside from running the affairs of the diocese and participating in global Church matters, he dedicated half his life to the game.
THWUNK.
The door swung open from behind him.
"Your Excellency, there's been a–"
"Relax. I am aware," he interrupted, cutting off the young priest.
He moved another tile on the board, this time to the front.
His large, invisible eye was cast above the great city, watching everything unfold in the grandest and even the most minute details.
John had seen it all as the event occurred. He saw the poor beast thrash against its chains in a fury of immense pain. He saw the Duke as he made the announcement.
His watchful eye didn't miss anything that happened in the city or in the stretches of forest beyond it.
