Striker of The Gods

At home, he gets his nike trainers, making his way to the bernabeu.  The wind picked up, carrying the sharp tang of oil and the faint sweetness of decay from a nearby dumpster. The warehouse district seemed to hold its breath, its shadows deepening as the streetlamp flickered again, threatening to plunge the alley into darkness. The air was cool, but it clung to the skin, heavy with the promise of rain. Every creak of the old buildings, every distant clatter, seemed to underscore the tension between the two men, as if the city itself were watching, waiting for the spark that would ignite the powder keg of their past.

On his way to the bearnabeu, he was a billboard displaying Matts stats. ⚔️ Maat (formerly Jack) – Season Stats:

? Stat  ? Season Total

?‍? Name          Matt ”The Fallen Phoenix” (formerly Jack)

⚽ Matches Played          32

? Goals Scored  29 goals

? Assists           17

? Key Passes per Game  2.8

? Hat-tricks      4

?️ Speed Peak   35.5 km/h

? Nickname     ”The Phoenix of Catalunya”

? Team Achievement   Top 4 finish in La Liga (Barcelona)

? Notable Evolution     Changed jersey number from 10 to 91 (symbolizing rebirth from ashes)

In one of his matches against Caos, he barely made it to score one goal.

Caos runs quickly to the Bernabeu, racing his heart to death, in his casual green clothes.

In the Bernabeu, he wonders why no one is still training till he gets that came a day in advance.

He spends the entire day training, breaking bound by bound, with extreme determination in his heart.

On his way home, he gets a call from Emily.

“Hey, Caos. Sup? Guess you are alright. Just to tell you that Jack is ready to defeat you.” Says Emily, smirking behind the phone.

“Oh, it is you. I thought you would be doing something productive. What a waste of time.” Says Caos feeling deserted in awe.

“HOW DARE Y...” says Emily before being hung up by Caos, making her scream.

Approaching his porch, he can see someone knocking on the door.