Rohan opened his eyes. They were clear, devoid of fear. "I’m not going in as a substitute. I’m going in as the Captain."
When the team walked back onto the floating platform of the arena, the crowd roared, expecting a quick defeat. But they saw the change immediately. The rookie was leading the line. He wore the striker’s armband, but he carried the authority of a general.
The whistle blew.
Previous Status: Substitute. Current Status:
In the next sixty seconds, the game changed. Rohan didn't just play the game; he saw it. He shouted commands—not with panic, but with a vision that seemed to transcend the current moment.
With ten seconds left, the Titans launched a final, crushing offensive. The crowd held its breath. Rohan intercepted the ball, not with brute force, but with a fluid, graceful motion that defied physics. He spun, leaving two defenders sprawling, and launched a shot that seemed to curve around the very air itself.