Saka didn't hesitate.
He spun and lashed the ball clear downfield with the outside of his left boot — a desperate hoof, maybe, but instinctive.
Only it wasn't just a clearance.
It was a trigger.
As the ball rose and arced through the air toward midfield, a burst of cheers rippled through the stands — because suddenly, out of nowhere, Izan was sprinting.
Eyes up with his body leaning forward.
He was already past the halfway line before anyone else reacted.
And ahead of him, Guus Til had seen it too, and now the chase was on
Guus Til had the head start.
By the time the ball landed between the two of them, he was already several strides ahead, leaning into his run, knowing full well this was his to win.
But Til hesitated.
Just for a second.
And behind him, Izan moved.
Izan's eyes narrowed, and the system responded accordingly.
[Speedster trait LV 3 activated.]
"Uh-oh…" the commentator groaned low, as if sensing something.
