The Eternal Era dome was alive long before kickoff. Neon banners lit the skies, drones hovered with live feeds, and the chants of twenty thousand fans echoed like thunder. This wasn't just another league game—it was the second of the season's weekly fixtures, and the team couldn't afford to falter.
Inside the locker room, the Rising Stars of Team A sat tense, lacing boots and adjusting shin guards. The stakes had been hammered into their heads all week: Stay in the top twenty of the Galactic League, or risk losing your slot entirely. Every game mattered.
Jason stood at the whiteboard, arms folded, staring at the formation he'd scribbled half a dozen times already. His jaw was tight, eyes flicking from the magnets on the board to the faces of his players.
