Chapter 45: Game Seven Turns to War

For a moment, everything inside Rogers Arena felt suspended in time.

The cracks in the ice spread slowly, like veins creeping across the surface.

The crowd’s roar had turned into a low, uneasy murmur.

Players stood frozen near their benches.

No one moved.

Then the lights flickered.

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Panic in the Arena

A sharp metallic pulse echoed through the rafters.

The silver device hidden above the arena flared brighter.

Another CRACK split the ice.

This time, a visible fracture opened near center ice.

Fans gasped.

Arena staff rushed forward, shouting instructions.

“Everyone stay calm! Please remain seated!”

But the tension was already snapping.

High above, Crown Court agents stepped fully into view along the upper concourse.

Their silver-lined cloaks shimmered under the arena lights.

One raised his arm.

“Begin extraction.”

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Jake Strikes First

In the upper corridor, Jake moved like a storm.

He hit the first agent before the man even finished speaking.

The impact sent the agent crashing into a wall.

Brody followed seconds later, tackling another operative to the ground.

“Seriously?” Brody shouted. “You guys picked a hockey game?!”

Jake didn’t slow.

Two more agents rushed him.

He dodged the first, disarmed the second, and dropped both in a blur of motion.

“Keep them away from the box!” Jake called.

Brody grinned.

“On it.”

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Alex Leaves the Ice

Down below, Alex had already made his decision.

As arena officials tried to control the situation, he stepped off the bench and headed straight for the tunnel.

Coach grabbed his arm briefly.

“Thorne—!”

Alex shook his head.

“Family.”

Coach released him instantly.

“Go.”

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The Ice Gives Way

Back on the rink, the cracks spread faster now.

A section near the blue line dipped slightly.

Players backed away quickly.

The referees waved frantically.

“Off the ice! Everyone off!”

The crowd began to rise in waves, confusion turning into panic.

Security started directing people toward exits.

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Finn Takes Control

In the luxury box, Finn stood very still.

His small hands pressed against the glass.

“My ice breaking…”

Liam hovered his puck anxiously.

“Fix?”

Jake’s voice echoed faintly from the hallway outside as he fought.

“Finn… hold it together.”

Finn frowned.

“Hold ice.”

The air inside the arena suddenly dropped in temperature.

Frost crept across the glass of the luxury box.

Then—

The ice on the rink began to glow faintly blue.

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The Freeze

From the center of the rink, a wave of cold spread outward.

The cracks slowed.

Then stopped.

The fractured sections of ice began sealing themselves, layer by layer.

Gasps rippled through the arena.

Fans stared in disbelief as the rink repaired itself in real time.

Finn concentrated harder.

“Stay… together…”

The glow intensified.

Within seconds, the entire rink had frozen solid again—stronger than before.

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Liam Joins In

Above the rink, pieces of lighting equipment shook loose from the rafters due to the earlier tremors.

One heavy rig began to fall—

Before it could hit the ice, it stopped midair.

Liam held both hands up.

“Boom stop.”

The rig floated gently, suspended above the rink.

Nearby arena staff stared in shock.

Liam slowly lowered it to a safe spot.

“Safe.”

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The Crown Court Escalates

High above, the lead Crown Court agent frowned.

“The heirs are stabilizing the structure.”

Another agent spoke urgently.

“Then we escalate.”

The silver device pulsed again—this time much stronger.

A deep rumble shook the entire arena.

Even Finn staggered slightly.

The ice flickered.

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Jake vs. The Leader

In the upper level, Jake finally reached the central platform.

The Crown Court leader stood waiting beside the glowing device.

Calm. Unshaken.

“You’re persistent,” the leader said.

Jake stepped forward slowly.

“You’re done.”

The leader tilted his head.

“On the contrary.”

He gestured toward the arena below.

“This is only the beginning.”

Jake didn’t respond.

He just attacked.

Their clash was immediate and violent.

The platform shook under the force of their blows.

The leader moved with unnatural precision, matching Jake’s speed.

“You fight well,” the leader admitted.

Jake growled.

“I’m not fighting for me.”

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Alex Arrives

The door burst open behind them.

Alex stepped onto the platform, breathing hard.

His eyes locked onto the scene instantly.

Jake.

The leader.

The device.

Alex didn’t hesitate.

He ran forward and joined the fight.

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Holding the Line

Down below, Finn struggled to maintain the ice.

“Too much…”

Liam looked at him.

“I help.”

The air around them shimmered as Liam focused.

Small objects in the room lifted and hovered.

Then the force extended outward—into the arena itself.

Loose debris stopped falling.

Cracked railings held steady.

Together, the twins held the structure in place.

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The Turning Point

Back on the platform, Jake and Alex fought side by side.

The leader staggered slightly for the first time.

Jake saw it.

“Now!”

Alex grabbed his hockey stick and swung hard.

The strike hit the silver device directly.

CRACK.

The device fractured.

Energy surged wildly.

The leader’s calm expression finally broke.

“No—!”

Jake lunged forward and drove him back.

The device shattered completely.

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Silence

For a moment—

Everything stopped.

The rumbling ceased.

The lights steadied.

The ice below stabilized completely under Finn’s control.

The Crown Court agents froze.

Then, one by one, they retreated into the shadows.

The leader stepped back, eyes locked on the twins far below.

“This is not over.”

And then he was gone.

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Aftermath

Silence filled Rogers Arena.

Then slowly—the crowd began to cheer.

At first uncertain.

Then louder.

Then deafening.

They didn’t understand everything that had happened.

But they knew one thing.

The arena still stood.

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Family on the Ice

Minutes later, Alex stepped back onto the rink.

Jake joined him.

Finn and Liam were carried down safely by arena staff.

Finn looked around proudly.

“My ice fixed.”

Liam clapped.

“Boom fixed!”

Alex knelt and pulled them both into a hug.

“You saved everyone.”

Jake smiled down at them.

“Yeah,” he said softly.

“You did.”

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One Game Left

Coach approached carefully.

“So… uh…”

He looked at the perfectly restored rink.

“…we still have a game to finish.”

Alex stood, still holding Finn’s hand.

He looked at Jake.

Jake nodded.

“Finish it.”

Alex turned back toward the ice.

The crowd roared again as players returned to their positions.

The scoreboard still showed a tied game.

Game Seven.

Everything on the line.

And now after surviving a supernatural war 

it all came down to one final play.