SCORE: GODS — 86 | RAPTORS — 48
TIME: 4:12 – Fourth Quarter
The lights steadied then dimmed, just slightly.
Not enough for panic.
Just enough for reverence.
Every spectator felt it before they understood it.
The sound of sneakers, heartbeats, even the buzz of the scoreboard dulled into one rhythm.
The Gods had stopped being a team.
They had become a system.
A faint golden lattice pulsed under their feet.
Threads of light connected Zeus, Poseidon, Ares, Hades, and Chronos like veins of a single organism.
When Zeus inhaled, they all exhaled.
When Poseidon blinked, Hades's stance shifted.
Every motion instantaneous, linked, divine.
Ethan stood up from the bleachers, his notebook forgotten at his side.
His pupils widened in disbelief.
"…He did it."
Lucas turned to him, voice rough.
"What did he do, Ethan?"
"He removed individuality." Ethan's tone was grave.
