“This… this is really your account?” he asked, his voice full of disbelief.

Fernanda chuckled. “Want proof? I’ll play a match right now, and you can judge for yourself.”

Ritchie, never one to back down from a challenge, shrugged. “Alright. Show me.”

Without another word, Fernanda launched the game.

She selected the same character Ritchie had used in his last match.

Ritchie had been proud of his performance earlier. But as Fernanda began, it was like watching a master painter transform a blank canvas into a masterpiece. Her gameplay wasn’t just skilled—it was poetry in motion.

Every move was precise, every strategy deliberate. Where Ritchie had been impressive, Fernanda was awe-inspiring.

Ritchie now confirmed her identity.

“People say gaming is a waste of time,” Fernanda said. “But I think of it as a skill—like any art form. If you’re good enough, you can turn it into something meaningful. My dream is to create a platform for gamers—people who live and breathe this—to show the world what they can do. I want to uncover talent, celebrate it, and ensure it doesn’t go unnoticed.”

She continued, “And more than that, I want to build an environment that’s fair, supportive, and inspiring. A place where people give their all, not for money or fame, but for the sheer passion of it. The players in my studio? They’re not employees—they’re my friends, my partners in this dream.”

She flashed a smile. “I believe that anyone who gives their all to esports will carry that same passion into whatever they do next. The determination, the resilience, the drive to never give up—that’s what gaming teaches us. And I want to amplify that spirit, not just for me, but for everyone involved. Are you ready to work hard with me?”

Her words hit Ritchie like a drumbeat, resonating deep within.

Ever since discovering she was the legendary Nimbus, he stopped doubting her words. To him, they weren’t just empty promises—they were truths, compelling and magnetic.

Her voice had a way of pulling him in, stirring a desire to abandon everything and fight by her side, to share in her victories.

“Oh, and by the way,” Fernanda added. “I heard you’re into drawing. I know a few artists who could help you grow. Want an introduction?”

His eyes widened. “You’re serious?”

“Do I look like someone who makes empty promises?” she teased.

Ritchie didn’t hesitate. His voice was firm now, brimming with a newfound resolve. “I’m in.”

In that moment, Ritchie wasn’t just inspired—he was conquered.

By her skill. By her vision. By her sheer presence.

Ritchie bowed his head to Fernanda.

He knew, deep in his bones, that following Fernanda would change everything!

The lounge door swung open once more, revealing Neal and the others as they returned.

Their eyes widened in surprise when they spotted Ritchie in the room. “What’s going on here?” Neal asked, strolling toward Fernanda and settling onto the sofa.

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