Marved’s Midnight Vigil
They call him the silent, a ghost in the fray,
Once reigning with shadows, he kept foes at bay.
With aim like an arrow, unwavering, keen,
A master unseen, where has Marved been?
The T1 teams gather, they clamor, they choose—
But his name drifts like whispers in Valorant’s muse.
Each round that he clutched, each game that he turned,
Now memories smolder where brightly they burned.
Perhaps it’s his patience, a season of rest,
Or maybe the stars wait to script his next quest.
For those who still watch, in hopes they’re denied,
Marved lingers in silence, his legend untried.
In the blink of an eye, his prowess returns,
For greatness, like embers, in quiet still burns.
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