Fwip!
The whistle shrieked again, and the ball zipped across the field in a golden streak as one of the Seraphim stole the ball in an instant.
Fuck... I still wasn't accustomed to this shit!
"Move!" Kael shouted, already surging forward with a burst of mana, lightning flickering around his boots.
Tyrian followed behind him, sliding into a defensive stance as the Seraphim team spread their formation wide, like a pack of predators closing in.
Clicking my tongue, I rushed ahead, marking Eric.
My plan was simple — force him into overextending.
If I could bait him into using too much divine energy on acceleration, his wings would momentarily destabilize, giving me a small window.
That was all I needed.
But he wasn't taking the bait.
Eric hovered just out of reach, the faint golden aura around him pulsing steadily, wings slicing the air with precise control.
His eyes met mine, calm and confident.
"Trying to predict me?"
I didn't reply.
