Titan Academy's evening sky always carried a strange glow after sunset. The towering energy grids surrounding the campus reflected streaks of soft blue into the air, giving the whole place a kind of gentle hum. Usually, Blaze liked it. It made him feel grounded, like the world was calm for once.
Tonight it felt different.
He sat alone in the small analysis room Jason had assigned to him. The holographic desk flickered with paused match footage, frozen on a blurry frame of Aya making a tackle. Blaze hadn't pressed play for the last ten minutes. He kept staring at the screen, but none of it was sinking in.
His rib still throbbed under the brace, but that wasn't what bothered him.
A soft buzz vibrated through the room.
Incoming message.
Blaze tapped the display and a sleek holographic envelope materialized. The sender name wasn't a club, a scout, or a federation. It was just a clean, unnerving tag:
AURION CAPITAL PRIVATE.
Blaze frowned. He had never heard of them.
