Chapter One: The World's Only Piece of Junk

His teammate asking, Do we engage? Shen Yan had hesitated for two seconds, and White Tower had lost the championship. “You're going to lose,” Lu Yao said. “Give me command. At least let me choose how we die.” He did not answer. He studied the lanes. Super minions approached through the top route. Iron Veil's players were grouped mid. Far below, an Ember transport core sat abandoned in neutral territory. It moved one square every fifteen seconds; if it reached the enemy station, it dealt fixed damage. Fixed damage ignored the equipment gap. “How much health does their core have?” “Twenty-three percent. We can't reach it.” “Who said we have to?”