Dimensional Descent

Chapter 3

[Don't worry for those who don't understand most of what happens in this chapter. I know American Football isn't exactly an international sport. Rest easy, this is the only chapter the sport will have relevance in :) ]

"Good evening gentleman, I hope we can have a good game today. Everyone knows the stakes, so play free and play safe. Stay within the rules as we don't have to have a problem."

The crowd was deafening. The thumping of feet, the boisterous chants, the heated anticipation boiled in the air, shaking the very stadium they stood within.

The Royal Blue Academy's Royal Stadium sat within a massive glass structure formed of curved triangular panels. It danced with the setting sun beautifully, capturing dark reds and oranges that played across its reflective surfaces.

The green, white-striped football fields were completely empty with the exception of 11 men who stood on the 50-yard line facing one another. Clicking and flashing cameras sounded, trying to capture every moment.

Leonel stood proudly, two of his teammates to either of his sides. He calmly smiled at the arrogant sneers of his long time opponents from Angel Wing Academy, his helmet tucked under his arm.

His football pads and jersey fit on like a knight's armor, glistening a beautiful deep blue. The only exception was the number on his chest which stood out as a bright white. The number 3.

"Here is the coin we will be flipping today." The Head Referee continued to speak, stretching out a beautifully designed coin that was about half the width of his palm. "On one side we have a football decorated with the flag of the fallen American Empire. This will be tails.

"On this side we have the Paradise Palace. It will be heads.

"This coin was designed by a Four-Star Metal Worker. It was given the name 'Uniting'. It represents our Ascension Empire's ability to ingratiate all of its past conquests, leaving a place for all."

The Head Referee allowed the ten players to see both sides.

"Are you prepared to lose?"

A gaze filled with confidence bore down on Leonel. The culprit was a young man with long flowing blond hair. His white jersey was almost blinding under the lights, making one have to squint just to maintain eye contact.

This young man was a Four-Star Quarterback prospect, Conrad Siegfried.

"The result will be just the same as it's always been." Leonel replied faintly.

"You know the drill. Royal Blue, you're the home team. Call it in the air."

The Head Referee tossed the coin into the air.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. The piercing gazes of two young men met across space, a spinning coin falling slowly between them.

"Tails."

The coin landed with a soft thud on the grass below.

"The result is Tails. Royal Blue, would you like to receive or kick?"

Leonel grinned as though the answer was obvious.

"We receive."

"Angel Wing, pick the direction you'd like to kickoff from."

Conrad casually pointed. He hadn't let Leonel's comments bother him. If it wasn't for Leonel's birth, it would be him who would be the best of this generation. Others would let this fact crush them, but it filled Conrad with a burning desire to win by any means.

Leonel turned, heading back to the sidelines. He grabbed his helmet's face mask, sliding it onto his head like a knight's helm.

In that moment, his aura completely changed. A violent pressure suffocated the Royal Blue sidelines as almost a hundred pairs of gazes landed on Leonel's dark, tinted visor.

Soon, the entire stadium fell into an eerie quiet as Leonel met each one of their gazes head on.

"Respect the game. Persist to the end." Was all Leonel said.

"Respect the game. Persist to the end."

crowd joined in, a torrent of momentum climbing to

a wild cheering

"Let's go."

Royal Blues. Will it be another victory? Or with the star quarterback end his tenure with the only blemish on

you've all forgotten, let me remind you. This is THE greatest quarterback prospect to ever be birthed. This young man was throwing darts in his diapers. He could sleepwalk through

think we don't know what you're doing, Rick. You're just hoping your Los Angeles Sewer Rats trade up to pick him in the 2198 draft. Well

entertaining commentary of the Phil-Rick duo was in full swing, the liveliness

it is! The kickoff of

booming kick that soared through the air, landing out of the back of the end zone for a

that, the game

go, the

have full reign now. Immediately entering a five wide set, not even using

all the running back

vicious gazes of the Angel Wing defensive line. Their middle linebackers gaze locked onto Leonel's. He was a Four-Star Professional in his

swiftly met James'

80. BLUE 80. Set.

clapped his hands, his leg slowly raising and setting into position as he

backward effortlessly. His back leg had hardly planted

[A corner blitz!]

the play, he actually

could have

[Hey…!]

of a whistle

the passer. Number

had been completely blindsided by

be a long night, pretty boy." Number 21

Number 21. 15-yard penalty,

corner raised his hands in mock defeat, swaggering back to his

"You good, cap?"

Leonel's offensive lineman

problem." Leonel said

The team huddled in.

for no reason." James' gaze was

Leo hit his shoulder pads. "Head

goes — Trips right, red under

huddle broke, leaving Leonel to jog to

he would scan the defense. But this time, his head turned to the right,

before, so he must have been a freshman. Considering his cockiness, he was most definitely at least a Four-Star recruit. It seemed Leonel would have

done

21.

The whistle blew.

Number 21. Five-yard

now. You think the little guy thought Leonel would just try to force the ball toward

with an overaggressive rusher. What is Angel Wing thinking sending a corner blitz

Morales

control he was. The first drive was no less than a masterclass in timing, accuracy and precision. In just 12 plays and 7:36 minutes, the

having two dropped passes, Morales finds pay dirt, stacking one touchdown to the stat

Four-Star recruits than they did. Aside from the dynamic duo,

team from the depths of despair time and

bullet over the

hits this game. You have to wonder if it's worth it,

Would he really be Leonel Morales

around, a score of 35-31 in favor of the Angel Wings hanging on

there, Bennett?!" Coach Owen grabbed James' chest pads, fury billowing

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