Prison: as a Chess Piece, but Also as a King Bomb

I slaughtered ghosts and gods in the ghost realm and searched for the truth in hell. I use me, reuse me, guide me, and achieve me. When the dirty weird invades Earth. Thousands of defense lines are roaring, and countless strangers are sacrificing their lives. And the ghosts in the back row are despairing. When blood stains mountains and rivers, and broken limbs accumulate into mountains. I returned from the abyss and used the global anchor to seal the kings of the Hell. I am a chess piece, but I am also the king.