Chapter Two: The Practice Room in the Low Tide

And Caleb was responsible for something he had avoided admitting he needed: relearning how to be a mid laner. He had once relied on talent. Now he needed structure. At seven-thirty every morning, the lights came on and he watched replays before breakfast. Not highlight clips. Losses. Why didn’t he secure lane control sooner? Why didn’t he claim the high ground vision first? Why didn’t he smoke when he had Black King Bar timing advantage? Why didn’t he ping Roshan when the enemy support disappeared? He wrote down every missed detail. In one game, the opposing mid was Puck and he was trapped under his tower for five minutes. It felt like nothing was happening, but Marcus made him notice the empty space on the minimap.