Both teams stood face to face on the ground.
@15 vs @11.
Team @11 looked dangerous. Every player was confident. Every player was composed—like they already knew what was about to happen.
The whistle blew.
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Vedant stepped in first.
Right side. Pressure on @11—
His mind was still burning—
How dare he. He used me. Used me… like a tool.
But—
Vedant took the bonus.
And came back.
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On the side, Viraj was shocked.
Vedant just took the bonus? I didn't expect that—
Then he paused—
No… this is good. Vedant understood that in anger, he wouldn't be able to complete a full raid. He controlled himself. This is progress.
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@11's first raider—
Amit.
He stepped in with a smile.
"I'll devour all of you," he said, laughing.
He raided—
Vishal timed it perfectly—grabbed his leg—down.
Whistle.
Amit — out.
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Viraj looked at @11's team—
No reaction. No frustration. Nothing.
His expression tightened—
What are they thinking?
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Score — @15: 2 — @11: 0
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Shubham went in—
Raided—
Took out a player easily—and returned.
Viraj, Roshan, and Shubham—all at once—
"That… was too easy."
They had expected @11 to be strong.
But this—
Something is wrong.
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@11's next raider—
Varun.
He stepped in, moving toward Vedant and Shubham—
Shubham tried to catch him—Varun backed off.
Varun kept targeting only Shubham and Vedant, again and again—
Raj saw an opening—went in to grab—
Varun jumped, touched Raj, and dashed toward the line—
Then—
Roshan—
Grabbed his leg. Varun fell.
Raj and Vishal rushed in—pinned him down.
Whistle.
Varun — out.
Score — @15: 4 — @11: 0
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7:45 remaining.
Viraj thought—
Maybe Roshan and Shubham's strategy is working. But…
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Now Vishal's turn—
Left side—one quick kick—touch—point secured—returned.
Score — @15: 5 — @11: 0
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Viraj's suspicion grew stronger.
How did this team reach rank 11? If they're this weak… something's off. This can't be this easy.
Then—
He felt something.
An aura.
Different. Heavy. Invisible.
Viraj looked—
A raider from @11 stepped onto the court—
Jishaan.
Muscular. Sharp. Tall.
Just his presence… changed the air.
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Jishaan raided—
Moved toward Viraj and Surya—
Tried to tag them—both slipped away—
He turned back—toward Shubham and Vedant—
Tried again—
Then—
Jishaan felt something.
Like—
A sudden ambush from above.
But—
It was too late.
Surya had been in his blind spot the entire time.
Silent. Invisible.
And now—
Iron grip. Waist.
Jishaan tried to break free—
Shubham—legs.
Surya—waist.
Both used their full strength—
Whistle.
Jishaan — out.
But jishan are injured so it's out of these temporary and one deffender are add at the position of jishan
Score — @15: 6 — @11: 0
6:32 remaining.
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Viraj stood there.
A storm inside him—
What is happening? 6–0… this easily? This team can't be this weak. Something is coming. Something big. It feels like we're slowly sinking… into a swamp. With every step… deeper.
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Then—
A player from @11 stood still on the court.
He—
smiled.
But—
His face wasn't visible.
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— Chapter 11 End —