Chapter Three: Starting from the Team Nobody Bet On

Harbor Wolves fell behind in lane, lost both side-river wards, and got forced to play under pressure while supports kept finding their Sentry traps. The enemy mid and four-position kept vanishing from vision, trying to cut Caleb off from the side lanes. Everyone expected a quick collapse. Instead, Caleb was on Invoker. Not a practice-room Invoker. Not a comfort pick used in a scrim. A tournament Invoker he had drilled for six full weeks. At minute eleven, he deliberately surrendered a Power Rune, baiting the enemy mid and support into stepping too far into the river. Marcus’ voice came through comms: “Now.” Jordan instantly smoked. Isaiah moved up the high ground edge to hold vision.