Someone Is Altering the Odds

**Can't stand losing?** Wanzhao laughed coldly and reopened team voice. "Then we'll feed them lies." Chenzhou turned every call into a code. "Herald in thirty" meant gank bottom immediately. "My Smite is down" meant Smite was ready. Each false call sent Solarion running toward the wrong side of the map. Fifteen minutes in, Wanzhao's team led by two thousand gold. But the anomalies continued. At eighteen minutes, their marksman failed to crit on three consecutive attacks despite a forty-percent chance. As Solarion's top laner escaped on a sliver of health, healing fruit spawned at the river at the perfect moment. When Wanzhao pressed Flash, her client stuttered for two tenths of a second and sent her into a wall.