A simple lesson in the Art of War, part74

The black dragon flexes his tail. The tip strikes the edge of the board. It is the first time that that has happened. A ripple shudders north and south as the eastern edge of the weiqi board is claimed by your opponent. Five gradients south of the north-eastern wastelands one looks around at a desolate outpost. As if stroking one's beard in contemplation you ponder deeply at the games progression before holding firm to the time at hand.

Your opponent smirks.

And you smirk back. "Hah! If you thought we are through?... Then you'd be wrong. Rise Oh mighty white dragon!"