Chapter Three: The Sentence That Was Erased

Throne took the dragon and grouped mid. Undertow withdrew and surrendered even the high-ground tower. Throne repeated the rhythm for the second and third dragons. The coach finally snapped, “This isn't macro. It's slow death.” Shen Yan watched the enemy support's timing. Two seconds late on the first sweep. Three on the second. On the third, hurrying to join his team, he missed an ordinary ward behind the dragon-pit wall. “They think we're afraid of dragons,” Shen Yan said. “Next time, we kill them.” Undertow remained ten thousand gold behind when the fourth spawned. Conditioned by the previous plays, Throne's jungler entered the pit ten seconds early, support swept three seconds late, and both carries attacked from beyond the wall.