The weather had changed hours before kickoff, but the pitch still glistened under the floodlights, a mirror for the storm that waited inside every player.
The Inter-Continental Cup wasn't just another tournament. It was a clash of nations, systems, and evolutions, where aura met discipline, and only those who had learned to merge martial essence with skill survived.
For the Titans, this was their first step toward redemption. For Blaze, it was the test of his rebirth.
Kickoff/Recap
From the moment the whistle blew, the match became a living thing, energy and rhythm folding into a pattern only players could read. The opposing team, The Polars, were no rookies; every pass felt like a test of nerve and timing.
Scarlett sprinted down the left flank, the crimson trace of her Kinetic Mirage bending defenders out of place. She wasn't just fast, her martial form, "The Crimson Spiral," allowed her to pivot mid-air and strike like a dancer cutting through wind.
