He remembered.
He remembered that there had once been a little boy, lost in his own kingdom.
He remembered that there had once been a little boy, lost in his own kingdom.
He had destroyed his opponent in a most humiliating fashion. He held the keys. But yet, he was utterly, hopelessly, lost.
He had potential, yes--
Yellow: When I watch Flash play the game, without pretense, I'm amazed. Simply amazing.
I've never seen anyone who can manage the eco as well as he does. Every eco falls into perfect timing. PERFECT timing.
Not only that, it seems like he's spending all his eco, yet he always have spare Mineral to expand more...
Yellow: In any given circumstance, he reads them all. He's not just good at playing the game... He knows how to win the game.
--through his fingers flowed the blood of great men. The bright mind of the Dreamer; the shamanic lightning of the Mantoss; the unrelenting fury of the Storm, destruction raining from clouds forever lined with silver.
But without direction, he could not maintain his strength, and he faltered.
He grew up.
Quietly building up the foundation of his win-skyscraper, he went 10-0 in a single month. It was the start of a process that would culminate in his enlightenment, gained through victory. Win after win after win, crushing not just individual players but entire lineups, slaughtering whole teams.
By the end of his run, then, Flash, God among men, strode confidently past legions of kneeling supplicants, enjoying the fruits of his labor.
He was determined to make his mark, that this would be his time, and his time alone.
Q “LeeSsang Era” and “Flash’s Era” – which of these do you like more?
A To be honest I’d have to say I like “Flash’s era” more (laughs). However I think the fans are hoping the “Lee Ssang Era” will continue to last a long time. Though I believe for the enjoyment of esports that would be of large help, personally I prefer “Flash’s era” over “LeeSsang Era”. I will try my hardest to make sure “Flash’s Era” occurs
This time, there would be no second-guessing. There would be no equals. He would draw the Magician card, numero uno, the Primus.
And yet--
He could not but notice that shadows were lengthening across his kingdom. That beyond its walls, forces had been arrayed, forces which he could not control or defeat on the battlefield, that would end his order as he knew it. Forever.
And suddenly, it dawned on him. The enormity of the weight on his shoulders; the responsibility to be The Final. The Terminal.
The Last.
The Last Bonjwa.