Faze opened his mouth, ready to recover—anything, even a smirk or a witty retort. But nothing came out.
He shut it again. Then tried once more. Still, nothing.
That was a hit to his pride. It was true that he started playing in the first season, and even then, he was friends with those who were now part of their country's pro teams.
Eliminated.
The silence was deafening.
- NO WORDS?
- He's just standing there. Someone help him!
- Zeno bodied him fr
- Faze.exe has stopped working
MC Tiny let out a breath. "Okay! I think that's enough savage energy for one day. We'll change things a bit, yeah?"
He glanced between the remaining three—Zeno, Risa, and Ian—and grinned nervously.
"For the top three, let's just go around asking questions until one man is left."
Zeno stood relaxed while Ian was bouncing in excitement. Now, he can play the game properly!
Risa looked tense, not because of the game but because Zeno would be asking her next.
