"Nice one, Valeria!" Opius exclaimed, pumping his fist into the air with triumph.
A surge of pride swelled in his chest as he watched her reclaim possession of the ball from the infamous Selina Von Degure. Just the thought of besting someone of that calibre filled him with elation. Valeria had done the impossible and with such grace.
But she wasn't basking in glory. Not for a second.
"It's not over yet, let's go!" she called out, eyes locked forward, her voice sharp with determination.
She was absolutely right. The game had only just begun. Only now, the tide had shifted in their favour. Valeria and Opius were no longer on the defensive. This time, they were setting the tempo, scripting their own attack.
Valeria led the charge, the ball under her control, while Opius followed closely behind, ready to lend his strength when the moment called for it. He knew the importance of support in this coming storm.
They hadn't advanced far when a shadow raced behind them?! Aydin.
