GODS — 52 | RAPTORS — 24
Second Quarter — 6:32 Remaining
The arena trembled with every heartbeat.
Not from sound from pressure.
The Raptors moved the ball across half court, but each dribble sounded like it echoed in a void. The scoreboard bled in red light, 52 to 24, and every number felt heavier than the last.
Tyrese caught the ball at the wing, sweat sliding down his jaw.
—We're getting crushed.
No... we're being measured.
Zeus stood near half-court, not even in defensive stance. His hands were loose behind his back, gaze still, like a monarch observing a staged performance. The crowd fell into a hush no one commanded, they simply forgot how to cheer.
Jalen signaled for an isolation.
"Clear out."
His voice held a sliver of defiance thin, but still burning.
Chronos didn't step back. He simply looked at Jalen... and in that instant, Jalen felt time stretch, slow, bend.
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Bleachers – Vorpal Team
