SCORE: GODS — 57 | RAPTORS — 26
Second Quarter — 4:42 Remaining
The sound in the arena
it wasn't silence.
It was fear holding its breath.
And then, he moved.
Zeus.
Not a dash.
Not a flash.
Just… a step.
The hardwood warped.
Lines on the court curved inward as if reality itself wanted to bow.
The light fixtures above flickered no storm, just presence.
Each step felt like gravity choosing a new direction.
The rim bent slightly, metal trembling under unseen weight.
Commentators tried to speak, words coming out broken, shredded by awe.
"L-Ladies and gentlemen uh what we're seeing is…"
"I—no, that's not, he's not using aura, right?"
"The floor's bending, look at the angles! It's bending!"
Their voices collapsed under the roar of vibration.
…
On the Raptors' side, air pressure changed.
Jalen's fingers twitched.
He tried to push himself up from the floor.
But the court pressed down on him.
Not figuratively.
Physically.
