The Global Finals were far from over.
Backstage, monitors flashed live feeds from multiple matches. Every squad had elite players—pro-level aim, strategy, rotations. No room for mistakes.
I sat with my squad—Razor, Blaze, and Mili.
"Strategy first, fights second," I said, recalling lessons from last match.
Blaze grinned, "Easy for you to say. You were the 1 HP miracle last round."
I smirked. "Miracle only happens if you think like a champion."
First Match of the Day
Plane engines roared again. Miramar this time—desert, open space, no cover, extreme rotations.
"High ground early," I commanded. "Circle predictions are key."
We landed near El Pozo. Loot was average. One squad nearby—hostile, aggressive.
Razor took point, Blaze provided cover, Mili scoped distant hills, and I… played shadows. Smoke, peek, retreat, reposition.
Suddenly, a squad tried to flank.
Grenade through their cover. Perfect knock.
Spray. Red screen.
"Team wipe," I whispered.
Circle shrinking fast. Only top 15 left.
The ViperQueen Mind Game
And then… I saw her. ViperQueen.
She didn't rush this time. She waited. Lured squads into traps, making kills without exposing herself.
She sent a message mid-match:
"Predict me if you can."
I smiled. A mental game now. Not just shooting.
I studied her patterns, mapped her probable rotations, and set a counter trap.
Smoke, bait, and… peek.
Boom. Knocked her teammate.
She rotated fast. Tried to flank.
I anticipated. Spray. Grenade. Red HP.
1 HP again.
Team Dynamics – Pressure Builds
Blaze got knocked.
Mili's health was low.
Razor was cornered by a pro sniper.
My mind raced: prioritize survival, rotate early, and clutch when needed.
"Stay close," I shouted. "We win together—or not at all."
Teamwork and strategy pushed us to top 3.
Final circle: open desert, one rock as cover, one squad, and… her.
High stakes. Low HP. The crowd's live feed pinged our movements every second.
1v1 against ViperQueen—again.
I whispered, "This time… no mistak