He clicked the link.
Leo spun around. Behind him stood the entire Raimon Eleven—but older. Sharper. Their uniforms had a patch he didn't recognize: Victory Road , written in gold.
"Okay," Leo whispered, gripping the tablet. "Okay. Formation: Triangle Zone. Blaze, you're on the right wing. Shadow break from the center."
"Was real," she confirmed. "And now the protocol is active. You have seventy-two hours to lead us through the Victory Road tournament—or the link collapses. Your save file deletes itself. And us along with it."
"The leak," Leo breathed.
He clicked the link.
Leo spun around. Behind him stood the entire Raimon Eleven—but older. Sharper. Their uniforms had a patch he didn't recognize: Victory Road , written in gold.
"Okay," Leo whispered, gripping the tablet. "Okay. Formation: Triangle Zone. Blaze, you're on the right wing. Shadow break from the center."
"Was real," she confirmed. "And now the protocol is active. You have seventy-two hours to lead us through the Victory Road tournament—or the link collapses. Your save file deletes itself. And us along with it."
"The leak," Leo breathed.