The echo of Blaze's voice still thundered across the Dome.
"I will be the best striker in the world!"
The declaration rippled through the crowd like a stormwave, igniting cheers, gasps, and even a few stunned silences from the upper decks. The lights around the pitch pulsed with crimson-gold hues, feeding off the energy surge radiating from him.
Jason exhaled slowly, his heart pounding.He'd seen that fire before — the same defiant blaze that once burned in Dante's father.
"Don't burn out, kid," he muttered.
But across the field, Jun Woo's expression didn't falter. He brushed a strand of his dark hair back, a faint smile curling at his lips.
"So that's the spark everyone feared," he whispered. "Let's see if it survives a storm."
The whistle blew and the tempo shifted violently.
