Chapter Three: Starting from the Team Nobody Bet On

He used Roshan-side blind spots to let Jordan wrap around for the perfect angle. In a High Ground Defense sequence, he even passed on a kill he could have taken, choosing instead to save Nick’s positioning. One death there would have reset the whole game. At twenty-five minutes, the enemy pushed high ground. The casters started talking about “whether NA could survive the next defense.” Twitch chat moved faster than the game: NA Dota is dead. Caleb stood on the high ground with Refresher Orb not yet finished, feeling that old pressure climb back up his spine. This was where his past always came back: the base under siege, everyone waiting for the mistake, waiting for him to become the same player who had once missed the only buyback that mattered.