「王の名誉は禁止＆ピックでグローバルになります」
王の名誉は、2025年の主要なeSports計画を明らかにします
そのグローバルな発売に続いて、Honor of Kingsは2025年に波を起こしています。重要な発表には、フィリピンの初の招待状（2月21日から3月1日)が含まれ、最も重要なことに、シーズン3およびすべての将来の禁止とピック形式のグローバルな採用が含まれます。トーナメント。
このグローバルな禁止システムは、ゲームに戦略的なレイヤーを導入します。ヒーローが試合でチームによって選ばれると、そのヒーローは残りのトーナメントでそのチームに利用できなくなります。これは、プレイヤーの選択に影響を与え、戦略的なチームの決定を強制します。
影響はかなりあります。多くのMOBAプレーヤーは、Tyler1のLeague of Legends GameplayがDravenと同義である方法と同様に、ヒーローの限られた名簿を専門としています。 Ban-and-Pickは、チームの調整と柔軟なヒーローの選択を必要とし、よりエキサイティングで予測不可能な試合につながる可能性があります。
戦略的シフト
禁止とピックを利用した最初のMOBAではありませんが、Kingsの実装の名誉は異なります。 League of LegendsやRainbow Six Siegeなどのゲームでの試合の前の禁止とは異なり、Kings of Kingsは試合中に個々のプレイヤーの手に直接決定を下します。この動的要素は、複雑さの層を追加し、プレイヤーにチームの相乗効果と個々の好みを考慮します。プレイヤーは、ヒーローの状況効果または個人的な習熟を優先しますか？この戦略的緊張は、キングスeスポーツの名誉の興奮と視聴者を増やすことが期待されています。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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