The tactics board stretched across the wall like a vast canvas; pristine, orderly, and immaculate. Beside it stood a handful of individuals clad in sharp uniforms, their posture radiating professionalism.
"Have all of them arrived?" The speaker, a man with short, dark hair, possessed a peculiar appearance, with his irises appearing as if carved into his sockets, giving him an almost otherworldly gaze.
"Yes, sir. Except for those injured, everyone is present," responded one of the assistants, tablet in hand.
"Then let's begin."
He issued the command before turning to face the assembled group.
The players before him wore matching uniforms, a striking combination of red and blue, each bearing a pentagonal logo emblazoned on the chest. Their expressions ranged from curious to anxious, a quiet tension humming through the room.
"So, as you all know," Diego began, his voice cutting through the silence, "the draw has been made."
