Half Time
As Elian finished celebrating his goal , he felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if his body was being rewritten, his muscles and senses honed to a new level of precision. He looked down at his hands, and for a moment, he could have sworn he saw a faint glow emanating from them.
Suddenly, he was flooded with visions of the pitch, of the ball flying towards him, of the net rippling as he scored goal after goal. It was as if he had tapped into a deep well of potential, a hidden reservoir of skill and talent that he never knew he possessed.
And then, just as suddenly, the visions vanished. Elian was left feeling breathless and disoriented, but also... different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew that something had changed within him.
He looked around the dressing room, wondering if anyone else had noticed anything strange. But his teammates were all chatting and laughing, oblivious to the transformation that had just taken place.