As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the bustling streets of the city, the members of Zhu Long gathered in the lobby of their hotel, their nervousness palpable in the air like a static charge waiting to be released.
Today was the day they would face off against the formidable North American FFG team in the mid-season tournament. The weight of their previous defeat still hung heavy on their minds, but they were determined to turn the tide in their favor. Especially Shan, ready to win. They were surely depressed but at the same time, they knew that if they dwelled too much on it, it would affect their game and they could lose once more.
Dylan already waited for their arrival with a calm demeanor that belied the intensity of the upcoming match. What happened before wasn't entirely his fault, so today he was prepared as early as he could.