[Zhongli settles into his chair, allowing a moment of introspection to wash over him. His gaze falls upon the chessboard as if it were a repository of countless games played, memories etched in the subtle movements of the pieces. For years, he had sat here engaging with memories and ghosts of adversaries past. He had been, in a sense, never alone, for the specters of those who once moved the pieces with him kept him company.
Yet now, as he gazes across the board, a challenging glint in Ajax's cerulean eyes disrupts the comfortable tranquillity that had come to characterize these solitary encounters. It's as if the spirits of past opponents have been shooed, back into their slumber by the arrival of this new, enigmatic adversary.
Zhongli leans in slightly, pondering the profound shift this encounter represents. As he advances his piece with measured deliberation, he muses aloud,] The chessboard, to me, is like an ancient tome, each move is a chapter in the story of those who've challenged me. It's been a companion of sorts, and in a way, I've never played alone.
[He regards Ajax with a hint of admiration, his voice carrying a touch of wonder,] But I will say that you are indeed a breath of fresh air, Mister...?
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Yet now, as he gazes across the board, a challenging glint in Ajax's cerulean eyes disrupts the comfortable tranquillity that had come to characterize these solitary encounters. It's as if the spirits of past opponents have been shooed, back into their slumber by the arrival of this new, enigmatic adversary.
Zhongli leans in slightly, pondering the profound shift this encounter represents. As he advances his piece with measured deliberation, he muses aloud,] The chessboard, to me, is like an ancient tome, each move is a chapter in the story of those who've challenged me. It's been a companion of sorts, and in a way, I've never played alone.
[He regards Ajax with a hint of admiration, his voice carrying a touch of wonder,] But I will say that you are indeed a breath of fresh air, Mister...?