The locker room still hummed with the aftershocks of Jason's halftime words. Scarlet leaned back against her seat, chewing her lip. Aya sat in silence, her head bowed as if replaying every moment in her mind. Lionel, calm as stone, rolled his shoulders with quiet discipline.
And then there was Dante. Hoodie gone, jersey clinging to his frame, his hands trembling—not from fear but from the caged fire inside him. The name they had given him—Blaze—was more than a Titan Title. It was a weight, a crown, a destiny waiting for ignition.
Jason stood before the whiteboard again, this time with fewer arrows, fewer options. His voice was firm but low, cutting through the tension."We're leading, but barely. One mistake and they'll equalize. This game was supposed to be a statement, and so far, we've been shaky. We need control. We need decisiveness."
Scarlet broke the silence first. "Coach, I already scored. Why not just let me run the attack through again?"
