282 Heaven Hell

"Ah, ah, ah, we won, we won! We won! Ahhh!"

On the television screen, Arrowhead Stadium erupted into a frenzy as a fan clad in a red number twenty-three jersey bounced and bounded between seats and walkways, frantically waving his arms as if he truly believed that if he flapped them fast enough, he could take flight, sprinting all the way.

Finally, he stood at the very front of the stands, vigorously swinging his arms at the overhead boom camera as he roared at the top of his lungs.

"Victory! Victory! Victoryyy!"

Veins bulged above his neck, spittle flew, and it looked like he might explode right there on the spot, but clearly, this ecstatic spectator couldn't care less, just shouting his heart out as heat from the depths of his soul surged forth.

Luckily, he wasn't alone—