Lemira's move was devastating.

She took out two opponents in one fell swoop and left another seriously injured. After landing, her gaze briefly met the bloody aftermath on the ground where Alaric lay defeated.

Alaric, fixated on the screen, was engulfed by a wave of shock and disbelief. He knew Lemira was talented, but he had no idea she was this formidable!

But wait, Lemira hadn't always been this strong. When had she powered up?

From the moment he was captured, Alaric had resigned himself to defeat. But then Lemira swooped in, her agility and keen sense of play stabilizing the team and even turning the tide with King's move - a twelve-hit combo!

Alaric realized he might never have truly known his sister. Lemira had become a stranger to him, igniting a fear of losing her that he couldn't quite explain.

He hesitated before speaking, "You..."

But Lemira had already moved on, speaking over the headset, "Report the rest's location and status, I'll be right there."

left on the spot, looking at merely a game character's cool retreating figure. Suddenly, he

uttered next to him, "Alaric, you

Lemira was leading a fierce assault with the team members, her gameplay nothing short of top-level and spectacular compared to Evelina's clumsy efforts. This was the gunner he

much was won thanks to Lemira, the sister he had underestimated. He had never felt such

standing at the deserted street and basking in

thanks to their substitute player's incredible performance. Could

some fans chanting for the King. Lemira was momentarily lost in thought while hearing the name, remembering it was someone who had taught her the twelve-hit combo, a man whose connection to the King she had always suspected but never

she ever seen

himself, and no one knew what he

her smile signifying

outstanding. We couldn't have won

relieved that Lemira hadn't

his words; she felt a bit displeased. She turned to the IronVow

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