Chapter 46 – Breaking Through the Silence
The dawn arrived softly, hesitating on the edges of the ancient city of Bruges. The narrow streets lay quiet beneath a pale gray sky, the chill of early spring whispering through the budding trees. From his small dormitory window, Jota watched as the academy's sprawling grounds slowly came to life. Figures began to emerge like shadows—players jogging in rhythmic circles, coaches pacing the sidelines and barking instructions, the sharp crack of balls striking nets echoing faintly.
Jota lay still for a moment longer, the ache in his muscles a reminder of yesterday's victory—but beneath that ache was something heavier. A pressure unseen, wrapping around his chest like a vise.
