Score: GODS — 63 | RAPTORS — 29
The whistle never came. The court shuddered as if something enormous had inhaled. Every banner above the rafters trembled, and the noise of the crowd fell into a single, trembling hum.
Jalen blinked through the glare. The edges of his vision rippled, but he refused to lower his eyes.
"You're not the only one who can make the world listen," he muttered.
He crouched, the ball touching hardwood once, twice each bounce carrying a faint echo that shouldn't exist. Then he burst forward. Lines of white heat traced the path of his drive; even the cameramen couldn't follow.
Commentators shouted over one another.
"He's moving again, how is he still…"
"That's Carter! That's pure will!"
Zeus took a step. Just one. The sound was soft, but the court groaned as if a plate of steel had bent. His aura flared gold, the air around him swirling into fine dust.
