"Say, you never seriously considered EDG, did you?" Zz1tai suddenly asked Uzi.
"Maybe I had a few thoughts about it before, but now... I think I can be a fan in peace." Uzi shook his head, though his expression was full of satisfaction.
At the height of his career, he had thought he was attending a commercial event, only to discover it was his retirement ceremony. Of course, he had been unwilling to accept it. Even when he made one brief return and joined BLG, his former club RNG had tied him down with a one-million-per-match contract. He had only gotten to relive the atmosphere of professional play for a few games before helplessly retiring again.
Was there regret?
Of course there was. But after seeing someone on the stage carrying his shadow into battle for him, all that regret had turned into relief.
He understood AK's intentions. Through his actions, AK was telling all the players whose regrets and hopes he carried: "Leave the war on the Rift to me. I'll carry your names and keep moving forward. As for you old-timers, you can accept reality with peace of mind and head toward another battlefield."
For example, his "Little Uzi."
"This time, I really owe him a big meal."
On-screen, RNG's battlefield had already collapsed into a one-sided rout. But it made sense. Even the top LCK teams could not have imagined an ADC capable of initiating team fights. Naturally, RNG, a non-elite LPL team that had not strengthened its roster, would never deliberately prepare for that possibility.
With almost all their ultimates spent, they could only flee in panic from EDG's pursuit. In the end, they were wiped out three for zero.
With Dragon Soul secured, EDG rushed Baron Nashor as well.
All that remained for RNG was