Chapter 49 – The Edge of Tomorrow
The dawn broke quietly over Bruges, painting the city with hues of soft amber and delicate pinks. Mist curled between the centuries-old buildings and wrapped itself around the academy grounds like a secret whispered only to those willing to listen. The air held a cool crispness, an electric stillness that set the nerves of every young player on edge. Today was more than practice—it was a moment that would decide futures.
Jota stood alone near the edge of the training pitch, hands tucked deep into his pockets as his gaze swept the dew-laden grass. Each blade shimmered with droplets like tiny prisms, catching the early sunlight and scattering it into fleeting rainbows. This patch of earth was sacred to him—a place where countless hours of struggle and triumph had sculpted his skills, where the boy he once was had first dared to dream.
