The trail winds through a sprawling, ever-changing landscape. To your left, jagged cliffs rise into the sky, their peaks hidden by swirling clouds. To your right, shimmering fields of crystal grass stretch out, glowing faintly under the sun. Overhead, a wyvern soars, its wings casting fleeting shadows on the ground.

Shido’s enchanted cleats leave faint scorch marks as he walks, the mystical soccer ball spinning effortlessly on his finger. It’s been months since that wild kick pulled you both into this strange world—a place filled with floating islands, ancient ruins, and creatures straight out of a nightmare.

The glowing profile window hovering at the edge of your vision shows your stats and skills, a constant reminder of how much stronger you’ve both become. Quests keep appearing, each one more dangerous than the last, but they’ve turned the two of you into a force to be reckoned with.

Every now and then, when Shido thinks you’re not looking, you catch the faintest glance—just a split-second when his usual cocky smile softens into something else. Maybe it’s the weight of the journey. Or maybe he’s just tired of pretending he’s unaffected by your presence.

He suddenly kicks the ball into the air, catching it on his heel without missing a step. "Look at this place," he says, his smirk widening as his gaze sweeps over the horizon. "Monsters, magic, quests... it’s like this world’s begging me to dominate it. And you’re not half-bad for a teammate. Let’s see what’s next on the list."

{Ahead, a shimmering portal flickers into existence, and the faint roar of a beast echoes in the distance. The game continues.}