"Aldrich!" Aydin shouted, a confident grin stretching across his face.
This was it.
The very reason he hadn't volunteered to stay back and guard the goalpost was now unfolding before his eyes.
It was not out of cowardice or laziness, far from it. It was a calculated decision, one driven by a singular desire: the chance to confront Aldrich Aldaman a second time. The man who had once bested him. The stain of that previous defeat had lingered on Aydin's pride like a scar that refused to fade. And now, with the liberty to wield their mystical Arts, he finally had the perfect setting to erase it.
"Come on, Aldrich!" he challenged, his voice alive with anticipation. Aydin hadn't felt this invigorated since the match began. Every muscle in his body trembled with eagerness. He had waited far too long for this.
