"Clap! Fly!"
"Clap! Fly!"
The orderly cheer echoed like a roaring wave above Arrowhead Stadium, with players and spectators standing side by side like towering giants.
The constant buzzing reverberated, pounding the eardrums incessantly.
Watt flexed his fingertips, feeling a tingle.
Only by truly standing at Arrowhead Stadium can one feel the momentum of this Devil's home field, a force that penetrates the soul. They played a game here three months ago, but stepping onto the grass at Arrowhead Stadium again feels completely different now.
The game hasn't even started, yet the imposing aura has already weighed heavily upon them, like ants crawling under the feet of giants, even afraid to look up and meet their eyes, let alone engage in a direct contest.
They have already lost before the game even begins.
This determination, fighting spirit, and belief crystallize into a destructive force that his body immediately feels on a physical level.
