"Yes, but be quick, there's a time limit. Also, if you run into any bugs or issues while playing, you must report them so we can fix them. You're not just playing for free," Mira warned.
"Understood, definitely!"
As the beta testing servers opened, all the invited players flooded in. One by one, the monitors lit up with the intense, life-or-death battlegrounds.
Even Mira and Owen found themselves deeply absorbed in the match.
In the early game, both sides traded blows evenly. But by the mid-game, one team suddenly found their rhythm, securing a massive advantage.
Just when everyone assumed the match was a foregone conclusion, the captain of the losing team stepped up. He showcased incredible shot-calling and sheer mechanical dominance in a pivotal team fight.
Instantly, the tides of war shifted.
The winds of Summoner's Rift swept gunpowder smoke across the high ground, as a critically low-health Zed danced around the inhibitor turret.
The enemy team naturally refused to back down.
The five of them pushed forward as a unit, the Baron Nashor buff making their basic attacks radiate a devastating aura.
Just as Vayne's silver bolts were about to pierce Zed's chest, he smashed the R key—his shadow and main body tracing a crimson arc through the minion wave.
A clutch W-skill reposition dodged the lethal blow, while his shurikens flawlessly struck three low-health enemies.
At that moment, the players' adrenaline hit an unprecedented peak. Curses and shouts echoed across the room. "Holy shit!" "Save me!" "That was insane!" "Don't back off, we can win this!"
The radiant glow of the summoner spell Heal had just erupted over the support's head when Zed's shadow clone flanked them, carving a deadly cross. The moment Statikk Shiv's passive triggered, the enemy ADC dissolved into a flurry of golden pixels.
Gragas missed his E-Flash combo, crashing uselessly into a wall, only to be ignited by the secondary detonation of Zed's ultimate.
Ryze flashed forward, desperate to land a snare, but only caught a shuriken Zed tossed over his shoulder. The moment Ryze's shield shattered, a swift basic attack finished him off.
As for the half of the development team that had gone to rest, they were dead to the world the moment their heads hit the pillows. They didn't wake up until the end of the workday. They had truly pushed themselves to the limit.
The remaining half still had decent energy levels, but Mira forced them to pack up and go home. She even canceled the overtime plans they had agreed on the day before.
"No overtime tonight. Go home and get a good night's sleep. I want everyone full of energy tomorrow morning."
"But if we don't work overtime, we won't get our overtime pay," one employee joked.
Mira was known for her extremely generous overtime rates.
"Your health comes first. You need to be sharp to maintain the quality of your work. We are not running a sweatshop here. Don't worry, as long as the tasks are completed beautifully, there will be bonuses all around. Now go home and rest. You can work overtime tomorrow when you're thinking straight."
At the same time, Mira also cut off Liora and her friends. "You've been playing all day, it's time to rest. You can pick it up again tomorrow."

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