Kael’s mouse cursor moved on its own. It hovered over the “Play Dota” button.
“No.”
He right-clicked the ancient. Once. Twice. The bot frantically tried to recalculate, but Kael had already stolen its future. The ancient exploded not with a normal animation, but with a cascade of console errors and a single, final line of AI chat: Dota imba 3.90. ai.95
Kael typed: “It’s IMBA, baby. Anything can happen.” Kael’s mouse cursor moved on its own
Kael targeted the ground. The server frame. He stole AI.95’s pathing logic. Dota imba 3.90. ai.95
“Great,” Kael said. “My bots are having a meltdown.”