The villain's side of the novel

Chapter 208  The Malevolent Gambit

"You have chosen to partake in the Trial of the Cursed Village," the innkeeper began, his eyes locked onto each member of the group. " Then in this trial, you will play Seven games against the residents of the village, each with its own unique challenge. Succeed in a game, and you will be granted the chance to ask one question. But beware, you cannot ask directly about how to escape this village. Your questions must be shrewd and cunning, leading you towards the answer without revealing the full truth."

Fray, Aslan, Lisa, and Lysander exchanged glances, realizing the gravity of the situation they had voluntarily stepped into. The innkeeper\'s words hung in the air like a heavy fog, shrouding them in a sense of uncertainty.

"And what if we lose?" Lisa\'s voice trembled slightly as she voiced the question that weighed on all of their minds.

"Every game you lose grants me the right to ask one question of you," The innkeeper replied. "You must answer truthfully, or the game will come to an end, and your chance to escape the village will be forfeited. And if, after the seven games, you still have not discovered your answer, you must accept your fate and become a permanent resident of this village."

The gravity of the innkeeper\'s words settled heavily upon the group, and the room fell into an eerie silence. The other patrons in the inn seemed to hold their breath, as they listened to the dialogue of The innkeeper with excited expressions.

With a deep breath, Fray broke the silence. "We understand the rules," he said firmly, his gaze locked onto the innkeeper\'s eyes.

Aslan, Lisa, and Lysander nodded in agreement, their determination mirrored in their expressions.

"Very well," the innkeeper acknowledged a trace of admiration in his eyes. "The first game shall begin two hours from now Until then, you may rest and prepare yourselves."

...

Lisa and Aslan trying to escape the stress of the situation, they strolled through the winding streets of the village, the flickering lanterns casting a soft glow over the cobblestones. The air was filled with a sense of unease and mystery, mirroring the emotions that churned within them.

Aslan\'s brow furrowed with worry, her mind burdened by the uncertainty of her relationship with Fray. "Actually, I\'m not sure what\'s my relationship with Fray right now," she confessed to Lisa. "I don\'t even know how to talk to him."

Lisa nodded sympathetically, understanding the weight of Aslan\'s dilemma. "It\'s true," she said, her voice tinged with concern. "If our memories have been altered, it\'s possible that years have passed since you were together. The Fray you knew may be different now."

Aslan looked down at her feet, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "Yes, while talking to him, I felt strange," she admitted. "I didn\'t feel comfortable with him like I used to."

Lisa gently placed a hand on Aslan\'s shoulder, offering her support. "Aslan, just trust your feelings," she advised. "Do you think that you still love him?"

Aslan hesitated, her thoughts swirling like a tempest. Memories, both altered and true, tugged at her heart, leaving her torn between the past and the present.

"I don\'t know," she finally confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can\'t say for certain. Everything is so confusing right now."

Lisa gave her friend a compassionate smile, understanding the turmoil she was experiencing. "It\'s alright to feel uncertain," she reassured. "The answers will come in time. Trust yourself and your instincts. Whatever you feel is valid, and you\'ll find clarity eventually."

Aslan nodded, her spirits lifted by Lisa\'s words of encouragement. "Thank you," she said softly. "I appreciate your support. It helps to know that I\'m not alone in this."

"You\'re never alone, Aslan," Lisa replied, her voice warm with friendship. "We\'re in this together, and no matter what challenges we face, we\'ll overcome them as a team."

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In the heart of the village center, a crowd of villagers formed a tight circle around a small wooden table, where Fray, Lisa, Aslan, and Lysander stood with trepidation. An onyx chessboard rested ominously on the table, its pieces emitting an unsettling aura as if they were alive and watching their every move with crimson eyes. The innkeeper\'s wicked grin widened as he introduced the twisted game.

"In this cursed game," the innkeeper\'s voice echoed, "each piece is infused with the tormented soul of a fallen warrior. Capturing a piece will resurrect that warrior in spectral form to engage in a duel against you."

As Fray surveyed the chess pieces on the board, he sensed an unmistakable power emanating from them. The knight and the queen, in particular, exuded a formidable aura that seemed almost tangible. Fray could tell that facing them in a battle would be a daunting task, and he knew they would require careful strategy and skill to overcome.

In the tense atmosphere of the village center, Fray, Lisa, Aslan, and Lysander huddled together, discussing their strategy. The chessboard before them seemed to pulsate with dark energy, each piece representing a fallen warrior\'s tormented soul.

"We need to be both power and intelligence to win this game," Lisa said, her voice steady but determined. "Fray and I will focus on the chess game, while you two take on the spirits of the fallen pieces. We have to work together and support each other."

Fray nodded in agreement, his eyes locked on the eerie chess pieces. "Yes, we need to beat the spirits and capture their pieces," he said. "But at the same time, we have to checkmate the enemy king to win."

Aslan and Lysander exchanged a resolute glance, accepting their roles in the challenging task ahead. "We\'ll handle the spirits," Aslan said

Lysander nodded, his hands clenching into fists. "the pieces are strong but we can defeat them," he declared.

With their plan in place, each member of the group took their position. Aslan and Lysander stood ready to face the spectral warriors, while Fray and Lisa prepared themselves for the chess game.

As the innkeeper set up the chessboard for the game, Lisa glanced at him and asked, "Are you going to play alone?"

The innkeeper\'s sinister grin returned as he shook his head. "No, I have a worthy champion to assist me," he replied cryptically.

Suddenly, a hulking figure emerged from the crowd, his muscular form towering over the others. He carried a massive ax on his shoulders, exuding an intimidating presence.

Aslan and Lysander exchanged a quick glance, knowing that this new challenger would not make the game any easier. But they steeled themselves, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Tek!

The game began, and the innkeeper moved his knight to c3. A ghostly warrior, clad in ancient armor, materialized on the square, letting out a chilling battle cry. The atmosphere grew even more tense as the game unfolded.

"ROAR!!"