Chapter 4:
The guide video had said one thing clearly:
> "If you want to really understand Legends of Dawn, learn how to jungle."
Rayn hesitated over the hero select screen, finger hovering.
Kael. [ A shadow assassin. Agile, fast, and unpredictable ].
> "Let's see what this role really feels like."
He locked him in.
Someone on the team typed:
> "Jungler noob again 🙄"
Rayn didn't reply. He never did.
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The match began.
He moved through the jungle quietly, more focused than usual. He didn't know everything, but he had an idea: start with blue buff, keep moving, avoid getting caught.
But things didn't go smoothly.
He missed a smite. Took too long on red buff.
Mid got ganked while he was still farming top.
> "Where tf is our jungle?" someone typed.
Rayn felt the pressure building in his chest. Not anger—just that nagging feeling like he should've done better.
Still, he stuck with it.
Kael hit level 4. He dashed through a wall and barely saved the marksman from a dive. No one thanked him, but he grinned quietly.
> "Nice," he muttered.
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Later, he tried to steal Turtle, but the enemy jungler got there first—with support.
Rayn backed off. That didn't feel like failure. That felt like a lesson.
Mid-late game, he found his rhythm. He picked the right fights. Waited for cooldowns. Didn't chase needlessly.
4 kills. 2 deaths. 6 assists.
They won.
Not because of him. Not just him.
But he was part of it.
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After the match, he didn't even feel like writing things down.
Instead, he leaned back, pulled the blanket over himself, and smiled faintly.
> "Jungle's kinda fun when you stop trying to prove something."
His phone buzzed. A friend request—from someone on the enemy team.
> "You played smart. Rare."
Rayn looked at it for a while. He didn't accept.
Not yet.
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That night, instead of queuing again, he opened a video of a pro match.
He didn't take notes. He just… watched.
Noticed. Felt.
He wasn't trying to memorize anything.
Just letting the game breathe around him.