The whispers were not loud, but they were still enough for Sheva and Vincent to hear them. They both were so stunned, staring at each other for a moment before snapping their heads at table one, where the Indian prodigy was fighting.
There, they saw Gukesh put his head on the table, his shoulder slumped as if he just regretted everything in his life. On the other side, Nils Grandelius got up from his seat, and the local hero didn't really hold back here, walking away with a huge smile on his face. It was clear, based on his rosy complexion, that he was more than satisfied with this result.
"Damn, he chokes…" Sheva couldn't help but blurt out those words, just to cover his mouth immediately after realizing that Vincent was still here.
Unexpectedly, the German GM also chuckled for a moment, whispering back, "Yeah, I didn't expect it at all. It seems there is still a chance for any of us to win this tournament…"
