CHAPTER 69 The Rhythm Of The Game

　　Calista

　　The whistle blew, and the match surged into motion with a burst of adrenaline. The field came alive with energy as players darted and weaved, the ball zipping across the pitch with breathtaking speed. The crowd's roar was a living, breathing entity, swelling with every pass, making me feel nervous.

　　"You're a monster, Zane," I whispered despite the roaring cheers around me, my voice barely audible over the cacophony of the stadium.

　　Zane was the picture of perfection. He moved with incredible skill- sharp turns, strong steps, and a focus so intense it felt almost magical. He weaved around his opponents with a grace that made everyone watching hold their breath. Each step he took and every ball he handled was done with such precision and power that it drew everyone's eyes.

　　I can see why people idolize him so much, especially with him being the captain of the team. His presence commands attention, making his role undeniable.