Wiped Out!
The battlefield was in ruins.
At thirty-five minutes, every death was a death sentence. Sixty-five seconds. That was how long the rest of UnFazed had on their respawn timers. Sixty-five long, impossible seconds.
Among everyone on the battlefield, only one remained.
Zeno.
He didn't hesitate as his cursor shot forward, dragging his milky hero straight into the middle line.
"He's going straight for the Nexus tower!" Crabby gasped from the commentary booth. "It's over! This game has been determined by the last five minutes. What is happening?
"Sixty seconds on the rest of UnFazed," Real-Faker muttered, eyes narrowing. "It's possible to win."
Knots and the other players of ToMB couldn't believe their eyes. They were silent as they watched Zeno destroy the turrets with the three flunkeys by his side. His items had made it easy for him to clear the enemy's gigantic flunkeys.
At thirty seconds into their respawn counter, he was already in front of the Nexus.
