BAM!
Aestrea dashed forward, his silver hair flowing behind him as he raced toward the ball.
His teammate, Lance, had just barely managed to stop a Gold Team defender from stealing it.
But now—
Lucas was approaching.
Fast.
"Pass it!"
Lance didn't hesitate.
With a swift kick, he sent the ball flying toward Aestrea.
And at the same time—
FWOOOSH!
A gust of golden mana surged.
Lucas closed the distance in an instant.
His foot collided with Aestrea's mid-air.
"!!"
BOOM!
A shockwave exploded from the impact.
The ball wobbled, thrown slightly off-course.
Aestrea gritted his teeth, pushing harder—
But Lucas pushed back.
Their eyes locked.
For a brief moment, it was like the entire field disappeared.
Nothing else mattered.
Just them.
A Dead Extra.
A Protagonist.
BAM!
Lucas twisted his foot, forcing Aestrea backward.
The ball rolled between them.
A split second later—
Both of them charged.
Their movements were a blur.
