The roar that thundered through the stadium that day didn't sound like fans, it sounded like war. Every seat in the Celestial Arena shimmered under the metallic lights of the Titan Cup. Flags of different worlds waved in the air, flames and lightning projecting into holographic banners.
The Polar Blades, a team born from the planetary furnace of Helion stood in rigid formation on their half. Each player glowed faintly with a golden aura that bent the light around them. They were tall, perfectly synchronized, their eyes reflecting a cold, burning discipline.
Jason stood at the touchline with his usual calm, though the veins on his temple pulsed. Behind him, the Titan Squad—his boys—lined up in navy-black armor trimmed with silver flame markings. Blaze stood at the front, his body still wrapped in faint residual energy from his morning meditation. His Aura Flames flickered low but steady, burning blue at the edges, He felt like a new better man.
