Chapter 212: The Wildcard Effect
Meanwhile, Micah had just wrapped up his round with Archie. He rotated his wrists a few times as the next match was announced.
***Third Round: Micah & Darcy vs. VeteranComeback***
DarkLegend: Mid lane/ Kassadin
FrostbiteAshe: Support/ Sona
Opposing team:
BuddyBlaze: Mid lane/ Lux
WildcatVoyager: support/ Seraphine
As soon as the loading screen faded and their characters sprawled in, Micah felt a wave of calm settle over him. He glanced to his side, Darcy sat still, eyes focused, hand poised on his mouse like a pianist about to strike a key.
Micah’s lips quirked slightly. He didn’t need to speak. Darcy already knew what to do.
The game began with a slow start. Standard lanes. Micah’s Sona weaved in and out of vision gracefully, poking at Seraphine and healing whenever they took damage. He danced just out of reach, keeping his ADC alive with small, perfect movements. Darcy’s Kassadin, meanwhile, farmed silently, avoiding flashy trades, timing every last hit like clockwork.
They didn’t talk much. They didn’t need to.