The cold hand of the Watcher slowly moves a pawn to a new place on the chessboard, and his gaze is already burning a hole in his only friend, Jodah. Sitting on the cool floor of the Time Prison, they have been playing chess for the past hour. When there is a tinkling, wooden sound in space as the Angel of Death moves his queen piece, pinning his black king piece to the edge of the board.

"........!!!!" If time were a separate spatial dimension in the Time Prison, then the Time God could speak in such a case, it would definitely groan in displeasure.

"......." [The cold gaze of the Watcher expresses intense displeasure in Jodah's direction.]