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

the air, a wild cheering shaking the very ground once

"Let's go."

appearance for Five-Star Quarterback Leonel Morales and his Royal Blues. Will it be another victory? Or with

forgotten, let me remind you. This is THE greatest quarterback prospect

trade up to pick him in the 2198 draft. Well let me break it to you. We have the number one overall

the Phil-Rick duo was in full swing, the

The kickoff

unleashing a booming kick that soared through

that, the game had

we go,

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

the running back

defensive line. Their middle linebackers gaze locked onto

swiftly met James' as though in

80. BLUE 80.

and setting into position as he

leg had hardly planted before he cocked his arm back and

[A corner blitz!]

didn't check the play, he actually threw it directly over the

could have been

[Hey…!]

blowing of a

Number

had been knocked out of him. Having opened up his chest to throw the ball, he had been completely blindsided by the blitzing corner. Of course, he had known it was coming, but he

boy." Number 21 grinned down at Leonel just

21. 15-yard penalty,

defeat, swaggering back to his side of

"You good, cap?"

Leonel's offensive

Leonel said with a

The team huddled in.

no reason." James' gaze was filled with

it, it happens." Leo hit his shoulder pads. "Head

play goes — Trips right, red under seam,

huddle broke, leaving Leonel to jog to

his team to get set. Usually, he would scan the defense. But this time, his head turned to the right,

he must have been a freshman. Considering his cockiness, he was most definitely

He's done it

21. Down set.

The whistle blew.

Five-yard penalty, first

think the little guy thought Leonel would just try to force the ball

use of the hard count to deal with an overaggressive rusher. What is Angel Wing thinking sending a corner

on, Morales is in

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

Morales finds pay dirt, stacking one

became a back and forth affair. Though Royal Blue had Leonel and James, not only did James seem to be having a bad game, but Angel Wing had far more Four-Star recruits than they did. Aside from the dynamic duo, Royal Blue was mostly constructed of Three-Star prospects. After all, they were only ranked third of the

team from the depths of despair

bullet

the load of the offense, but he's taken a lot of hits this game. You have to wonder if it's worth it, he has nothing left to prove at

really be Leonel Morales if he pulled

score of

there, Bennett?!" Coach Owen grabbed James' chest pads, fury billowing through his thick mustache. "You choose the biggest game of the year

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