The sun simulation above Eternal Era's training ground blazed down with merciless heat. Holo-cones lined the field, flickering with shifting tactical grids that projected movement patterns of their upcoming opponents, the Solar Blades. The hum of the tech, mixed with the sharp whistle of the wind, gave the pitch a battlefield aura.
Jason stood at midfield with his whistle slung loosely around his neck, eyes scanning his players like a hawk sizing up prey. His expression was calm but edged with steel.
"Listen up," he barked. The squad circled around, sweat already glistening from their warm-up runs. "The Blades are no joke. They'll press you high, choke your passing lanes, and hit you before you can breathe. If we aren't sharper, faster, and tighter, we'll collapse. And I don't plan on watching this team collapse."
