Five Final [Curtain Closes]

Izan took one last breath before issuing a slight command to the system.

"Max, load the previous template," Izan said earning a slight buzz from the system.

Ding, [ Belter protocol loading]

After hearing this, Izan looked back at the Goalkeeper who was still arranging his wall.

After making sure everything was set, the referee came back and stood behind Izan before sounding his whistle.

Then, he moved.

One step.

Two.

Three.

Then—

Izan's final step sent his foot slicing through the ball with the precision of an artist's brushstroke—pure, vicious, and absolute. 

The strike was unlike any other. The ball did not float. It did not curl lazily over the wall. It ripped through the air with a violent whip, bending outside the post only to return like a guided missile.

The goalkeeper barely reacted. His eyes tracked it, his body tensed, but his feet—rooted.