SCORE: GODS — 67 | RAPTORS — 34
TIME: 3RD QUARTER — 10:00 LEFT
The whistle cut through the silence.
The ball soared high, spinning under the lights like a sun reborn.
And in that instant… Jalen Carter's eyes flared gold.
"Flash World — Full Sync."
The court bent.
Every motion around him slowed, the sweat drops, the referee's hand, even the breath of the Gods.
For a heartbeat, he was alone in motion.
COMMENTATORS (voice trembling):
"It's back, Jalen Carter's Flash World, but sharper! Look at that—he's slicing through Poseidon's spacing!"
"Wait, no, no, Poseidon's adjusting! He's reading the rhythm mid-step!"
Poseidon's dribble defense shifted liquid, seamless. His fingers glided through the air, not to block, but to redirect momentum.
But Jalen's tempo warped again.
His sneakers squealed.
Then vanished.
Flash Step ×3.
He reappeared at the free-throw line.
Tyrese Lang ghosted along the arc, invisible release loading up.
