SCORE: GODS — 80 | RAPTORS — 39
TIME: 4th Quarter — 10:00
The whistle blew, sharp and clear.
Like thunder answering thunder.
Zeus rose from the bench first, his golden aura dimming to a steady glow, no longer rage,
but judgment.
The other Gods followed: Ares cracked his knuckles, Poseidon spun the ball once, letting water trace its seams, and Hades smiled like he already knew the ending.
Across the court, Jalen Carter stood tall again.
No lightning. No glow. Just breath.
Heavy, human breath.
Coach Jenkins didn't call another play. He didn't need to.
Every player on the Raptors knew: this wasn't about victory anymore. It was about defiance.
9:40 – Tip-Off
Zeus flicked his wrist.
The ball didn't bounce it boomed, echoing across the gym.
Jalen darted in, reading the angle perfectly, stealing it mid-bounce.
"Let's move!" he shouted.
He cut left, then vanished right
A move born not from talent, but desperation and will.
