The Eternal Era shuttle cut through the stratosphere, descending toward the glowing ring of the Central Orbit Dome. The view outside was surreal — the galaxy stretched infinitely, punctuated by the shimmer of satellites and stadium lights that looked like stars reborn. The colossal arena floated in the void, its golden hull bearing one name: NEW ERA FC – GALACTIC HERITAGE DIVISION.
Inside, silence ruled. Even Scarlet had gone quiet, headphones hanging loosely around her neck. Lionel absentmindedly juggled a holo-ball between his knees, while Anastasia stared into the void, lost in thought. Only Blaze — Dante — sat still, his fingers gripping the edge of his seat. His crimson eyes reflected the flicker of distant starlight.
Jason stood at the front, gaze locked on the docking port ahead. His heartbeat thudded faintly — not from fear, but from memories clawing up from the past. This place… it hasn't changed at all.
