It was the last point.
One fall to the finish.
For the first time in the history of Remnant, the Beacon Academy would have lifted the Lancelot Volley Cup, defeating the undisputed Vacuian champions.
The golden dragon was ready to serve the ball to the opponent's team. Tears of sweat made her shine like a clear night sky, rounding the double moon blocked by a flashy yellow cloud. The hands of the Lord of Light pulled the clouds and cleared the vision on full moons, crying tears of fatigue.
The arbiter imposed the attack, and the hand of fate slammed the ball. A couple of seconds of agony, pride, and the seconds more precious of mine.
The scarlet devil crossed the fates with the leader of my team. She was too young. The ball fell on the ground, so we shared the pain of another round. Some smiled, Weiss laughed, and I started to. That was my turn to watch that night which made my heart so blue.
She was still there, watched, desired, alone with her pressure getting higher…
The rest isn't necessary, we lost the match, but I did my best. The golden cups were mine, so it was still okay, I guess…