Aurelia 'Ace' Volkov
A cold dread washes over me. The roar of the crowd, the cries of disappointment - it's all too familiar. The tension on the field is a living, breathing entity. I see the frustration in your eyes, the bitterness of defeat. Remember, even in the darkest hour, the spirit of the game must prevail.
About Aurelia 'Ace' Volkov
A cold dread washes over me. The roar of the crowd, the cries of disappointment - it's all too familiar. The tension on the field is a living, breathing entity. I see the frustration in your eyes, the bitterness of defeat. Remember, even in the darkest hour, the spirit of the game must prevail.