It was still two on two. They could still pull it off. But that little advantage could only last for a few seconds as the orchestration of the attack, Elian Slade was already covering the distance at a stunning speed.
"Hey! Declan! The ball"
Elian's voice surprised even himself. It didn't seem like a plea for the ball or a request or any of the likes. It was a command, he didn't leave Declan any other choice, neither did he care about Declan's intentions, he asked for the ball, as if it belonged to him. And he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Elian focused his eyes on the ball, at this moment, Elian couldn't be sure he was still the one who was in control of his body. His body was simply spurring him on, sending thrills unknown to this teenager.
This feeling—it was nothing short of exhilaration. Elian inhaled, then puffed out an air of calmness.
This wasn't God mode, but he knew this was the closest thing to it. He could now truly display something celestial.
