The tension in the arena was palpable. Zhu Long and the Kings had fought tooth and nail to reach this moment—tied in points, with everything riding on the final added game.
The crowd roared, but in the back room, all Hyun could hear was the rapid thudding of his heartbeat. His team, his strategies, his data—all the work, hours, and nights spent building them up for this moment. They were one step away from making history.
"Final game, boys. You know what this means," Dylan's voice cut through the noise, firm but carrying the weight of all their efforts.
Yixing was uncharacteristically quiet, as was the rest of the team. Even Shan, who usually kept his calm, felt the pressure. But in this moment of silence, Hyun saw their resolve.
For them, this was more than just a game. It was the culmination of years of work, sweat, tears, hours of training, lonely sleepless nights, lost family events, lost friends. And dreams.