Public Doubt

David didn’t comment. He only slid a sheet of paper to the center of the table. It was the schedule for the next Major qualifier, with updated zone tendencies and notes on team styles from each region. “Then stop talking about branding,” he said. “Start talking about matches.” The next morning, Northline Pulse got a new scrim invite. It came from a better-known North American team called Rift Union. The message was short, almost teasing: come try real pressure. Chase stared at it for a long time, then set his controller down on the desk. He knew the real door was opening now.