297 Mental state

"Clap clap, Chieftain!"

"Clap clap, Chieftain!"

A storm was brewing over Arrowhead Stadium, layers of pressure emanating in all directions, and the nearly stagnant air seemed ready to explode the next second as a vast red surge burned.

The whole vibe was entirely different.

Even though this was already the sixth home game of the season, Arrowhead Stadium felt strange, bursting from within with an air of tragic grandeur and boundless fighting spirit, as if painting the world red in a desperate last stand.

Because this was a battle with no way out, because this was a battle after six consecutive losses, because the opponent was the Oakland Raiders, everything was different, and Arrowhead Stadium didn't hold back any seats.

Not just Arrowhead Stadium, but the Old Oak Tavern was the same—

"Clap clap, Chieftain!"

Two claps, one shout, the uniform roar echoed with the grand scenes on the TV screen.

Then.