(Planet Granada, Leo's POV)
After gaining the upper hand, Leo finally let out a sigh of relief, as the fog covering the path to victory thinned ever so slightly more, while the storm around them continued to rage without pause, as if indifferent to the silent shift that had just taken place between the two players seated across the game board.
For the first time since the match had begun, the pressure weighing down on his mind eased just enough for him to think beyond survival, as his thoughts no longer revolved around merely staying in the game, but instead began to shape themselves around control, around dictating the next few exchanges rather than reacting to them.
And with that subtle shift came something else.
A decision.
