Ross never acted without purpose. He didn't move on a whim. There was always a reason.
Something had drawn him here tonight—an instinct, a hunch, something deeper than logic.
He couldn't explain it, not even to himself.
But from the moment he woke up that morning, he felt it in his bones. A pull.
A whisper. An unseen force guiding his steps.
He didn't know what it was. Not yet. But he knew something was coming.
Something good. Something important.
Whether it was an opportunity, a revelation, or a person—he didn't know.
But his instincts had never failed him before.
He could of course find out what it was if he used his immortal techniques but he wanted to surprise himself and that was why he did not do that in the first place.
And so, Ross suited up.
He stepped onto the court with no announcement, no pregame hype, and no expectations.
Within minutes, he took the game by storm, scoring at will, tearing apart the opposing team like a man possessed.
