the pawns have all been sacrificed…

A specter paces the ocean floor, a hundred fathoms deep. Nineteen thousand tonnes of cold hard steel. Lurking deep, it prowls the liquid darkness perched solidly atop the nuclear food chain.

Seventeen others share its likeness — the true horsemen of the apocalypse; each poised to reap a million lives, a hundred times again.

Powered by the forces that feed the sun, one among them heads unimpeded towards the 38th parallel. It is the latest harbinger of the coming storm, bearing a warning from the builder of walls. Fourteen tridents nest in it’s belly, each a destroyer of worlds, projecting power beyond a man’s ability to wield it.

It’s the ebony bishop three moves away from checking the ivory king.