HORROR Part-4

NOW THE NEXT PIECE-

The Rook's Crushing Weight-
A low, guttural rumble emanated from the corners of the board. The Rooks, usually so steadfast, now felt like ancient, immovable monoliths. They didn't glide; they crushed. Their straight-line movement became a terrifying, unyielding advance, flattening everything in their path. Elias felt the air grow heavy, as if the very walls of the room were closing in. The black Rook on a8 began its slow, deliberate journey down the 'a' file, each square it occupied feeling like a hammer blow. There was no escape, no sidestepping its power. It was the embodiment of brute force, a relentless battering ram, and Elias knew that when it reached its target, it wouldn't capture; it would simply obliterate.