Chapter Five: No Miracles Allowed

Obsidian won through the most ordinary thing in professional play: a clean, well-timed teamfight. The interviewer requested Lin Zhou, but he handed Rampart the microphone. “Today's miracle was started by our top laner.” Rampart faced the camera. “There was no miracle. Five of us played better than five of them.” Backstage, Lin Zhou passed every memory question. The mechanical counter stayed at three—three major losses. Nova closed the white book. “Remember how this win felt.” Across the corridor, He Linchuan tore down a campaign poster. Its slogan read: ONE MAN FORESEES VICTORY.