Chapter 239
Chapter 239
The atmosphere in the gaming house was electric, charged with frustration and anger. Karl was dropping F-bombs like it was going out of style, while Clay had clenched his jaw so tight you'd think he was trying to crush diamonds.
"Stay in your lane, I've got mid," Waller snapped, his patience frayed to breaking point.
Floyd, the ever-aggressive player, was drawing enemies to the mid lane like moths to a flame, turning every encounter into a desperate fight for survival.
After another defeat, Waller's hand was throbbing so intensely his face turned pale, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. "Ice," he managed to gasp out.
The coach, ever ready, rushed to provide some relief with an ice pack before Waller was thrust back into the fray.
But time, as always, was a cruel master. Waller was back in the game before he knew it, his hand shaking so badly he could barely click the mouse, let alone manage the keyboard.
Cordelia watched from behind, her heart going out to him. Initially, she had come to the club out of mere curiosity, somewhat put off by Karl's brusqueness. Yet, witnessing Waller's determination and the team's camaraderie in trying to protect him, even going so far as to divert enemy attention away from him, she couldn't help but feel moved.
Floyd was now boldly inviting aggression in the enemy jungle, while Wade arrogantly suggested they focus on mid lane, claiming Waller was on the brink of collapse.
And collapse he might. Waller's condition was dire. His shoulder, reinforced with surgical steel, ached unbearably, his wrist swelling visibly. The doctor had limited him to two hours of gaming a day, and he was already over time. This game could very well end his career.
Tears welled up in Waller's eyes as he failed to execute a crucial move, his character falling once again in the virtual battlefield.
"Floyd," Waller's voice broke the tense silence, "we can't give up."
Karl, on the verge of tears himself, echoed the sentiment. "Surrender? Never! It's not in EW Club's DNA!"
The team rallied, refusing to back down. Floyd suggested Waller stay back, conserving his strength.
Wade's taunts continued, but Karl's response was fierce, despite the tears. "To hell with them! We fight!"
Waller's character was resected
once more, and though he could- barely move, he positioned himself beside his teammates, ready to face the final battle together.
"I'll draw their fire," Waller declared, though his words fell on deaf ears as the enemy team bypassed him, targeting his allies instead.
As the battle raged, Waller stood
helplessly by, unable to assist as his
teammates fell one by one. The enemy encircled him, their taunts cutting deeper than any physical wound.
Then, in a moment of despair, a slender hand reached out, taking control of the mouse. "Let me," Cordelia said, her voice calm and steady. Karl gasped, "What are you doing?"NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.
But it was clear, Cordelia was
stepping in, not just to play the game, but to stand up for a teammate who had given his all. In that moment, EW Club was more than a team; they were a family, fighting not just for victory, but for each other.
Cordelia suddenly turned to him, her eyes sharp as knives, "Waller's frozen in his tracks. I'm a better shot than he is right now, move over." The last two words, directed squarely at Waller.
Her presence was commanding, her gaze resolute, leaving Waller momentarily dumbfounded, as he awkwardly stood up and vacated his seat. Cordelia took his place, her other hand landing confidently on the keyboard.
In the game, Wade was still typing: "Waller, keep wandering around, buddy. We're off to storm the castle!"
As his words hung in the air, five adversaries charged towards their stronghold.
And just at that moment-Waller's chosen wizard sprang into action.