Chapter Five: No Miracles Allowed

In Game Three, Polaris used constant feints to poison the calls. Lin Zhou made consecutive mistakes. At twelve minutes, he called an invasion level three and cost Rampart an entire wave. “Sorry.” “You owe me later,” Rampart said. “Play now.” At twenty-nine minutes, every bright route told Obsidian to retreat from the Titan pit. Polaris knew it too and pressed forward. Lin Zhou could only see movement. Ferry saw the missing ingredient: Polaris's support had spent his control, and their carry's cleanse was eight seconds away. “We don't need the future,” Ferry said. “We can engage.” “I'll do it.” Rampart flashed in. He knocked the enemy carry into Nova's damage.