"They are moving too fast."
The Zenith captain slammed his mouse against his desk. Panic bled into his voice over the secure corporate comms.
The final round of the World Championship was exactly thirty seconds old. Team Zenith had already lost two players.
Jace did not blink inside the Apex glass booth. His zero latency synthetic diamond headset delivered the raw heavy metal anthem straight into his skull. The music dictated his reality.
Ryan Parker struck a massive distorted chord on the center stage. The heavy bass drum kicked at exactly two hundred beats per minute.
Jace synchronized his index finger with the kick drum. He clicked his mouse.
A digital sniper round crossed the map and deleted the Zenith captain.
"He fired through a solid wall," the Zenith sniper shouted in raw te
