The field wasn't marked.No scoreboard.
No spectators.Just two squads placed on opposite ends, system-linked for private data capture.The Silent Scrim wasn't about loud strokes or highlight reels.
It was a bare-knuckle psychological scan — how you moved, how you adapted, how you held your rhythm when no one cheered.
A whisper-level war.
Raj's team wasn't seeded.They were pushed into Group C — unranked zone.
The system didn't offer warm-up time.
Just a pulse:
[Scrim Activated]
Match Begins in: 120 seconds
Target: 78 in 10 overs
Visibility: Dimmed Mode
Evaluation: Real-Time Adjustment Scoring
Commentary: Disabled
Emotion Sensors: On]
"Visibility dimmed?" Veer muttered.
Zoya answered, "Eyesight challenge. They want reaction reads."
Raj didn't react.Just rotated the strike order silently: Uday first. Harish second.
Veer padded up as third — the stabilizer.
Raj stood beside the field boundary, watching his players.Not controlling.Just measuring their stitch.
