They pulled the god out of the court before his body stopped arguing on the force he had ripped through the gallery wall.
He made it twenty steps before the residual heat lashed up his spine and sent him down on one knee hard enough to crack ash-glass under the impact. Light bled from thin places in his skin in unstable lines. The air around wavered, not fully into a surge but close enough that Athena's spear hand tightened and Hades took a step back with green light rising of instinct.
"He is cooking," Vespera said.
Nyxara was ready under Zeus's arm already. "Not cooking. Overflow. He ripped a gallery seal with raw continuity force and Threshold is still charging interest."
Poseidon moved in. "Fix it before he takes the court with him."
