The draw continued.
"Group C… Olympique de Marseille."
"Group D… FC Girondins de Bordeaux."
"Group E… VfB Stuttgart."
One by one, the first seeds filled the groups, each name carrying its own history, and its own expectations.
"Group F… PSV Eindhoven."
Ashley, who had been casually scrolling through her phone, glanced up at the name on the screen.
"That's who we just played, right?"
Adam smirked. "And very well beat."
Benjamin didn't respond, his focus glued to the TV.
"Group G… Sporting CP."
"Group H… Inter Milan."
"Oh boy," Adam said with a low chuckle. "Whoever lands there is in trouble."
The draw for the first seedings neared its end.
"Group I… Olympique Lyon."
"Group J… Tottenham Hotspur."
"Group K… Bayer 04 Leverkusen."
And finally…
"Group L… FC Twente."
The first seeds were locked in. The board on the screen now displayed twelve groups, each with a giant at its helm.