The horn still echoed as both squads disappeared down their tunnels, leaving the scoreboard glowing above the noise.
Vorpal 66 – Harbor 53.
But the energy didn't die down. If anything, it pulsed hotter. The bleachers were alive—students stomping, fans chanting, parents clapping—but tucked in two distinct corners of the arena, the reactions carried a different weight.
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Roanoke Storm Section
Kagetsu Renjiro sat with his arms folded, posture calm, but his sharp eyes never left the court. Even as the halftime performances began, he leaned slightly forward, analyzing every flicker of Lucas Graves's golden gaze.
"So that's how far he's come…" Renjiro murmured, his voice low, almost reverent.
Marcus Daniels, sitting beside him, huffed.
"Man, that Sunshine kid… he was already tough when they beat us. Now he's copying everything? What the hell is that?"
Tyrese Caldwell adjusted his hoodie, his jaw tight.
