1:40 minutes left – 3rd Quarter.
The court was a battlefield now.
Vin, a twisted shadow of his former self, barreled forward —
white-eyed, breath like smoke pouring from his mouth, the ball a mere blur in his hands.
Every step he took cracked the tension in the underground gym even tighter.
Louie tightened his stance, gritting his teeth.
"IM ALSO HERE MONSTER!!" he barked, throwing his arms wide, trying to wall off the charging monster.
But Vin didn't slow down.
If anything, he accelerated — faster, heavier, like a freight train off the rails.
Ethan watched it unfold, pulse thundering in his ears.
"Vin... Lucas..."
His mind raced. His plan—
the one he crafted to save them—
was hanging by a thread.
And then—
Lucas moved.
A flash.
Allen Iverson's legendary speed surged through Lucas' veins, amplified by sheer will.
He blurred past Noah, slipping between the cracks of Vin's advance like a knife of pure intent.
