The soft vibration of the DragonJet seemed to slow, like the universe itself was pausing to listen. Starlight poured through the panoramic glass, bathing the cabin in a silvery glow. Everyone sat transfixed—Lena’s fingers clutched her pendant, Jackson’s pen trembled over his notebook, Emily’s breath came slow and shallow. Even Ryan, usually skeptical, was silent.Jack’s gaze remained on the stars. His voice carried that deep, reflective calm that only comes from someone who had seen too much—and understood even more.“The ancients,” he continued, “once said that gods walked among men—not as rulers, but as teachers. I used to think that was myth. But maybe… they were people who simply awakened before their time. Souls who remembered who they were.”Emily frowned slightly. “Remembered?”Jack turned to her, his expression kind. “Yes. Remembered that we are not separate fragments scattered by fate—but reflections of the same source. Consciousness wearing different faces, speaking through

The hum of the DragonJet was now joined by a different kind of energy—subtle, human, and electric. A soft chime from the cabin’s entertainment console lit up the screens along the wall. Jack, still leaning back with his gaze lingering on the stars, glanced at it with a small smile.“What’s that?” Matilda asked, curiosity replacing her earlier philosophical awe.Emily tapped the holographic interface, and instantly the cabin walls flickered with live visuals of Harmonfield’s largest stadium, illuminated by the harsh glare of floodlights and the roar of tens of thousands of fans. “Looks like the DragonTech channel is showing the football final,” she said, eyes bright. “Harmonfield FC versus Richmond FC.”Jackson let out a low whistle. “Finally… something I can follow without needing a PhD in metaphysics.”Ryan grinned. “Yeah, after all that spiritual nonsense, my brain’s craving some normal chaos.”Sarah laughed softly. “Normal chaos is still chaos, Ryan.”Jack’s lips curved into a fain

The holographic stadium brightened again as the players emerged from the tunnel, the roar of the crowd swelling like a living tide. The DragonJet cabin shifted subtly, its engines humming more deeply as if mirroring the renewed fire on the pitch. Matilda sat up straight, excitement bubbling in her voice. “It’s starting! The second half is starting!” Emily smiled, brushing a curl from Matilda’s forehead. “Now the real battle begins.” Jackson cracked his knuckles and leaned forward. “Alright Harmonfield… prove me wrong. Please.” Ryan snorted. “You’re acting like you’re the coach.” “I could coach better than that ref,” Jackson muttered. Sarah laughed softly before turning her gaze back to the field. “Focus, Jackson. This is where everything changes.” Jack’s expression sharpened with quiet intensity as the whistle blew and the players sprang into motion. “The second half is never just a continuation,” he murmured. “It’s a transformation.” The ball rolled into play with immediate

The stadium lights dimmed for just a heartbeat—just long enough to heighten the tension—before exploding back to full brightness as the two exhausted teams stepped back onto the holographic field.The DragonJet cabin felt heavier, thicker, as if the intensity of the match had followed them into the sky.Matilda wrapped Emily’s arm tightly. “This is scary… but I’m excited…”Emily kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay, sweetheart. This is football at its peak.”Ryan let out a long exhale. “Extra time. This is where legends are made.”Jackson jittered like he’d drunk ten cans of energy drink. “I CAN’T SIT STILL. MY HEART IS IN MY THROAT.”Sarah smiled lightly. “Relax, Jackson. Try to breathe.”“I CAN’T.”Jack remained calm, quiet, still as a mountain, but his eyes were alive—burning, focused, intense.“This stage,” he murmured, “is where pressure becomes destiny.”And then—The whistle blew.Extra time began.Richmond came out swinging, pushing aggressively, trying to break Harmonfield’s

The stadium lights burned like suns as the officials walked toward the center circle, their voices echoing through the hologram as they explained the penalty procedures. The players, exhausted beyond human limits, gathered in shaky half-circles. Some clutched their knees, others stared into nothing, and a few whispered prayers into trembling hands. On the DragonJet, no one moved. No one blinked. It felt like the entire cabin had been swallowed by a single heartbeat. Ryan leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and muttered, “Penalty shootouts… the cruelest invention in sports.” Sarah nodded, her fingers laced tightly around Jack’s arm. “This is where heroes are made… or broken.” Emily held Matilda closer, smoothing her hair even though her own hands shook. “It’s okay… it’s okay… we’re almost there.” Jack stood like a carved statue, arms folded, his eyes locked on the hologram. His voice came low and steady. “Penalties are not about skill. They’re about nerve. Whoever conquers t