2...
1...
The countdown disappeared.
No buzzer. No whistle. Just a sudden, almost unnatural silence as the ball shot into the air—suspended in a perfect vertical line, like it had been fired from the center of the earth itself.
It was almost beautiful.
But there was no time to admire it.
Silas Korrin moved like a piston. His legs flexed and launched upward, towering over everyone around him. He didn't even have to try—his long arm smacked the ball with precision, sending it flying back with a clean, practiced motion.
Louie said " He is fucking big!!"
Straight into the waiting hands of Dante Cruz.
"Defense!!" Ethan's voice cracked like thunder across the court, snapping his team out of that brief trance.
Lucas was already moving, heart racing as adrenaline flooded his limbs.
"I got this!!" he shouted, seeing Dante eye his next pass.
