Collapse Of The Titan

The match was slipping away.

Spain still led 2-1.

Time was running out.

But Elian refused to let this be the end.

His body burned, every muscle screaming for rest, but his mind was sharper than ever. Flow State had pushed him beyond his limits, past exhaustion, past logic. The only thing left inside him was an unshakable will to win.

Spain could feel it.

Every time they tried to slow the game down, to kill the clock, Elian was there, breaking their rhythm, stealing possession, and launching another blistering attack.

The stadium buzzed with energy, the tension rising with each second.

Could Spain survive this storm?

Could they hold off the force of nature that was Elian Slade? Or maybe, the force of science.

Or was something inevitable about to happen?

A misplaced pass.

That was all it took.

Elian pounced, intercepting the ball like a predator before Spain could react.