The holo-projector's glow still lingered in Dante's mind long after Jason had left him alone with the image of his father. The Serpent Fang — a strike so sharp and merciless it bent reality with its curve. Dante barely slept that night, his head buzzing with replay after replay. By morning, his decision was made.
He had to fuse it with Jörmungandr.
Morning Training – The Attempt
The Rising Stars training ground was quiet, dew clinging to the turf, when Dante arrived early. A single ball under his arm, sweatpants loose around his legs, hoodie unzipped. He didn't wait for instructions or teammates.
Ball at his feet. Eyes locked on the empty goal.
"Father bent the ball with his ankle rotation, not power. But Jörmungandr… it's all power and storm." He muttered to himself, setting the ball.
