Mako called up Zellsis, voice shaking, barely above a whisper. Bro if DRX doesn’t win this I’m out of a job. The weight of his entire livelihood was hanging in the balance.
Zellsis sat there for a second, taking it in. He had a choice. He could play for Sentinels, or he could be a good person. He could let Mako fall into unemployment or he could do what needed to be done.
He opened up his mental archive and replayed every game he had cost, every time he had whiffed, every time he had fumbled the bag so hard it defied reason. But today it wasn’t about failure. It was about giving back. All those moments weren’t just mistakes, they were preparation for this very match.
Zellsis stepped into the server with a heart full of kindness and a mind full of purpose. Every mistimed peek, every miscalculated spray, every bad decision, it was all intentional. This wasn’t just throwing. It was a calculated act of charity, a perfect display of selflessness.
As DRX locked in the final round, Mako exhaled like a man who had been drowning and just reached the surface. Zellsis leaned back in his chair and smiled, staring at the ceiling, knowing he had done something bigger than winning. He had saved a life.
Maybe Sentinels was never meant to be a top team. Maybe that was never their purpose.
Maybe Sentinels was always meant to be a Marvel Rivals org.
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