I Am The Impossible.

At this stage of the series, there were very few adjustments left for either team—everything now depended on execution.

Cleveland fans received both good news and bad news right after tip-off.

The good news was that Kyrie Irving was in excellent form, scoring repeatedly over Dwyane Wade's defense to start the game.

The bad news was that the Heat had escalated their physicality against Han Sen. Every time he attempted a shot, they fouled him hard, sending him to the free-throw line.

Riley wasn't gambling on Han missing free throws—he was disrupting his shooting rhythm.

And it worked—halfway.

Han's mid-range shots remained as steady as his free throws, but his three-point shooting was clearly affected.

As Han had said before, three-pointers are a weapon that heavily relies on rhythm.

That's why teams facing the Warriors often wore down Curry on offense before fouling him aggressively on defense.

Wade's shooting wasn't great tonight either, forcing him to rely more on attacking the rim. But each time he drove against Han Sen, it only reinforced the feeling that Flash was past his prime.

Wade had still averaged 19 points per game this season, but it was clear—he had regressed into just a regular All-Star rather than a superstar.

But the basketball gods are fair—because Kevin Durant was on fire.

In the Heat's biggest game of the season, the Reaper swung his scythe relentlessly.

Or to be more precise, Durant had been spectacular all series, all postseason.

No doubt—this was the best version of Kevin Durant that Han Sen had ever seen.

And perhaps, the luckiest.

In 'history', Durant spent nine years with OKC, making one Finals appearance and losing. In his final season—that very season—he blew a 3-1 lead against the 73-win Warriors, got eliminated, and ultimately earned the nickname 'Snake Durant' for his infamous decision.

But in this world? Durant spent five years in OKC, four in Miami, and reached two NBA Finals. Since he didn't make the Finals last year, even if he joined the Warriors this summer, he wouldn't be labeled a 'traitor' like in history. At worst, he'd just be 'Bandwagon Durant', similar to how LeBron was seen when he formed the Big Three.

Against this version of Durant, Han made his decision.

Just like in Game 4, he shifted his focus—letting Kyrie carry the offense, while he dedicated himself to locking down Durant on defense.

But this time, it didn't work.

Durant was too hot.

More importantly, after experiencing being locked down by Han before, Durant had adjusted.

Instead of forcing one-on-one plays, he kept things simple—handoffs with Pau Gasol, quick shots after screens.

When he focused solely on catch-and-shoot, he became the deadliest shooter in the league.

By halftime, the Heat had built a commanding 58-46 lead.

Durant had 28 points in just two quarters.

---

Halftime Interview

Before heading to the locker room, Durant spoke to an ESPN reporter about his scorching first half.

His words resonated deeply—

"I don't want my time in Miami to end tonight. I'm doing everything I can to stop that from happening."

Durant and LeBron had always been polar opposites—

LeBron would say one thing but do another.

Durant? He spoke exactly what was in his heart.

Before the second half began, Riley—walking out of the locker room—was stopped for a sideline interview.

Back straight, jaw sharp, he looked more like The Godfather than Al Pacino ever did.

Perhaps trying to recover his lost composure after his post-Game 5 meltdown, Riley smirked at the cameras.

"We'll end this in Miami."

At that exact moment, behind him, unseen—Han Sen walked past.

The battle for the second half was about to begin.

---

Coming out of halftime, the Cavaliers had the first possession.

Han Sen and Jokić ran an off-ball screen, with Han faking a cut inside before suddenly reversing direction and sprinting out to the perimeter.

It was a beautiful move, but perhaps due to Han's shaky outside shooting tonight, Kyrie hesitated and didn't pass immediately.

By the time Han Sen called for the ball and Kyrie delivered the pass, the Heat's defense had already collapsed on him.

But this time, Han didn't look to pass.

With an explosive dribble, he blew past Wade with a violent crossover and surged toward the rim.

Luol Deng had already collapsed into the paint, trying to stop him.

But Han attacked harder than Deng expected.

Deng grabbed Han mid-air, but Han still got the shot off.

The ball bounced twice on the rim—and then rolled out.

A collective sigh swept through the arena.

Deng exhaled in relief.

Han stepped to the free-throw line, but as he walked up, he turned to Kyrie with an icy tone:

"When I'm open, pass the damn ball."

Kyrie patted his chest in acknowledgment, accepting the blame.

He didn't know exactly what flipped Han's switch, but he sure as hell knew now wasn't the time to argue.

Han sank both free throws, cutting the deficit to 10 points.

And as the Cavaliers ran back on defense, Han stayed glued to Durant.

It felt like déjà vu—like Game 7 from five years ago.

But tonight, Durant was different.

His rhythm never wavered, and no matter how tightly Han defended, KD kept creating just enough space to get his shot off.

Then—Han Sen fouled him, hard.

Riley's Jordan Rules were nothing new.

Han was about to throw some trash talk to rattle Durant—but Durant didn't say a word.

He just walked straight to the free-throw line.

It was clear—Durant's desire to win outweighed his instincts to respond.

---

Han's three-point struggles continued—

Like a woman who's angry for reasons unknown, his shot refused to be consoled.

But if his shot wasn't falling, his drives became even more relentless.

Miami racked up fouls quickly, forcing Riley to expand his rotation earlier than planned.

And with that—the Heat's offensive efficiency dropped.

Every strategy had its price, and Han was making Riley pay for his.

And on the defensive end?

Han's pressure on Durant finally started taking its toll.

By the time the third quarter ended, the Cavaliers had closed the gap—75 to 80.

---

As the final period began, Miami's depth advantage became obvious.

It wasn't Riley's original plan, but it was an edge they always had.

When the starters returned, the Heat pushed the lead back into double digits.

And Durant?

His rhythm was back.

But then again—so was Han Sen's three-point shot.

The game reverted to a Game 4-like duel—a fourth-quarter shootout between Durant and Han.

But this time, there was one key difference—

Cleveland entered the clutch minutes trailing by double digits.

With 1:30 left, the Cavaliers were still down 100-108.

Cleveland called timeout.

As Han walked to the bench, he spotted Riley smiling.

That look—

As if the legendary coach had already calculated the ending at halftime.

"The Cavaliers better start thinking about how they'll survive Game 7 in Miami." Chuck Barkley sighed from the broadcast desk.

Even though he supported Han Sen, tonight simply belonged to Miami and Durant.

Up in the VIP suites, Cavs owner Dan Gilbert had already begun making plans to travel with the team to Miami.

Sure, the Heat had the Game 7 home-court advantage,

But Cleveland had already won a game in Miami before.

So who's to say they couldn't do it again?

---

The buzzer signaled the end of the timeout.

As the Cavaliers took the court, Coach Malone locked his eyes on Han Sen's back.

"Get me the ball. I'm taking us to the Finals."

When Han Sen said it, you believed it was possible.

Kyrie sprinted upcourt and fed Jokić at the top of the arc.

Cleveland's final offensive game plan was simple—get the ball to Han.

But unlike Tyronn Lue, Michael Malone actually had a designed play.

Jokić was the best passer on the team outside of Han, making him the ideal initiator.

Han and Jokić ran a handoff, but Miami's entire defense collapsed toward Han.

After watching Han bury his first three of the fourth quarter, Riley knew—Han had his rhythm back.

So Miami's defense went all-in on stopping him.

Han didn't shoot immediately.

Instead, he executed a hard crossover retreat dribble, using Jokić's massive frame for a second screen.

This was— a modified version of the Cunningham pick.

Jokić reacted instantly, sealing off the defender.

Han pulled up—stepback three.

Riley's eyelid twitched.

SWISH!

The purest net sound rang through Quicken Loans Arena.

And the crowd erupted.

"Stop him! Don't let him shoot another three!"

For the second time tonight, Riley lost his composure.

He knew—if Han caught fire from deep,

no lead was safe.

---

Dragic brought the ball up the court, deliberately burning the clock.

At this moment, time was Cleveland's greatest enemy—and Miami's greatest asset.

A full 14 seconds drained away before Dragic finally swung the ball to Durant.

But with Han Sen locking him down, Durant couldn't create a shot.

He kicked it to Wade, who drove into the paint for a floater just as the shot clock expired.

Swish.

The ball dropped through the net at the buzzer, sending a wave of tension through the arena.

Wade had found his rhythm at the perfect time—

Even the basketball gods seemed to favor Miami tonight.

With 55 seconds remaining, the Heat led by five points.

Kyrie pushed the ball up fast and immediately swung it to Jokić at the top.

Han Sen kept moving toward Jokić, forcing Miami's defenders to swarm the perimeter.

Their defensive discipline was flawless—

No more clean threes for Han Sen.

But just as the Heat overcommitted to the perimeter, Han cut hard to the basket.

Jokić reacted instantly, firing a perfect pass.

Han caught it in stride, leaving his defender behind.

Only Luol Deng stood between him and the rim.

Deng went for the hard foul—wrapping up Han mid-air.

But Han still got the shot off.

The ball arced high—

And dropped in.

And-One.

Deng shook his head in disbelief.

Han Sen's rhythm was fully restored.

Riley stood up, pacing the sideline for the first time all game—

The man was nervous.

Han converted the free throw—a three-point play,

And the Cavs cut the lead to just four points.

---

Dragic brought the ball up again, but this time,

Kyrie's defense was relentless.

Wade shouted a warning—

"Watch out!"

Just as Dragic clutched the ball tight, Han Sen's hands clamped down like a vice.

And in the very next second—

He ripped it away.

By the time Han sprinted toward the other end,

no one could catch him.

He soared for a fastbreak layup.

The Heat called timeout.

40 seconds left.

Han Sen had scored eight points in 50 seconds.

The Cavs were now within two.

"MAKE THE IMPOSSIBLE POSSIBLE!"

Shaq roared into the mic, echoing the very inscription's theme under Han Sen's statue.

After all his verbal battles with Riley, Shaq desperately wanted Cleveland to win.

---

Out of the timeout, the ball found its way to Wade,

who bled the clock before handing it to Durant.

10 seconds on the shot clock.

Durant used Gasol's screen to shake free from Han Sen,

rose up over the contest—

A pull-up three.

A ridiculous shot.

But he made it.

The arena fell silent.

Durant let out a primal scream.

Even though Han had slowed him down,

this shot pushed Durant's second-half total to 18 points.

He now had a career playoff-high of 46.

And more importantly—

With 20 seconds left, Miami's lead was back up to five.

"That's the dagger." Chuck Barkley sighed.

The Cavs called timeout.

As Riley walked toward Durant, his expression was warmer than a father's pride.

After the timeout, Malone made a bold move.

Tristan Thompson checked in for Tucker,

and the Cavs went into a starburst formation.

Down five with 20 seconds, there was only one option—three-pointers.

Jokić inbounded to Han Sen, who used Thompson's massive screen to get open.

TT's pick was on another level, but Wade anticipated the play and rotated over.

Riley knew exactly what was coming.

Miami collapsed on Han before he could even rise up.

Han Sen pulled back—a step-back three.

The moment mirrored opening night when the Cavs played the Warriors.

Wade knew Han could make this shot.

He lunged forward, trying to block it.

But Han waited—

Just long enough for Wade to fully commit—

Then leaned into the contact.

Three-point foul.

Wade realized too late, jerking back—

but he still clipped Han's arm.

And just as the whistle blew—

Han tucked his knees mid-air, adjusting his body—

And still got the shot off.

The ball floated toward the rim—

Swish.

3+1.

"OH MY GOD!" Barkley clutched his head.

The difference between a three-pointer and a four-point play was everything.

If Han had only hit a three, the Cavs would still need to foul and pray for a miss.

But now?

With one more free throw, Han could cut it to one point—giving Cleveland a real shot.

Riley stood frozen.

Wade had been Miami's most disciplined veteran—

Yet even he panicked.

---

Han sank the free throw.

112-113.

Nine seconds left.

Miami successfully inbounded to Durant, and Han immediately fouled him.

The arena boomed with noise.

But Durant didn't flinch—

He drilled both free throws.

A new career-high 48 points.

Cavs burned their final timeout.

Now, Cleveland had one shot to tie.

The tension was suffocating.

Out of the timeout, Miami's defense stretched to the arc—completely denying the three.

Han couldn't get free.

With the five-second count ticking,

he suddenly cut inside and received Jokić's pass.

A quick layup.

Still a one-point game—but only six seconds left.

The Heat called timeout.

Miami now had one job—secure the inbound.

For the Cavs?

They needed a miracle steal.

And at that moment—

The jumbotron flashed Han's last 90 seconds.

He had scored 14 points in 90 seconds.

If the Cavs win this, it's officially Han Sen Time.

---

Miami inbounded without issue.

They got the ball to Wade—Cleveland couldn't foul fast enough.

Again, it was a reminder—the Cavaliers weren't facing just any team.

This was Pat Riley's Miami Heat.

The best-executing team in basketball.

If Cleveland had been playing any other team, this game would already be over.

But against Riley's squad? They wouldn't give you that chance.

Riley gathered his players, whispering last-minute instructions.

As Wade stepped to the free-throw line, Riley rubbed his chin, deep in thought.

Only 4.6 seconds remained.

If Wade hit both free throws, Miami would be untouchable.

He had already instructed his players—

Deny Han Sen at all costs. If necessary, foul him before he could shoot a three.

He knew in the final moments, the refs would swallow their whistles.

Wade's first free throw—pure.

The arena roared with noise, trying to shake him.

Before the second shot, Wade took a deep breath.

One more make, and they would force a Game 7 in Miami.

Clang!

The ball bounced off the rim!

Jokić snatched the critical rebound!

Wade instantly realized his mistake.

He rushed toward Jokić, trying to foul immediately.

But Jokić dodged.

Wade grazed his arm, but—

No whistle.

Just as Riley feared—

The refs had let the players decide the game.

Wade tried to recover, but Jokić launched the ball downcourt.

The ball sailed toward the other end—

Han Sen was already beyond the three-point line.

Dragic and Durant sprinted behind him.

The clock ticked down.

The entire arena held its breath.

Han Sen had no time left.

One step beyond the frontcourt three-point arc—

He knew he couldn't push forward any further.

He planted his feet—

Pulled up for three.

His feet were just on the edge of the logo.

The moment the ball left his hands—

The backboard's red light lit up.

Buzzer.

Time froze.

Han Sen had hit a logo-range game-winner against Golden State before.

But this?

This wasn't the same.

This was a running, contested, buzzer-beating three.

A shot so difficult, it shouldn't exist.

Bang!

The ball slammed the backboard—

Swish!

It dropped in!

Han Sen buried the impossible shot!

Quicken Loans Arena exploded.

Cleveland had won.

Han Sen just erased Miami's dynasty in the most poetic way possible.

Shaquille O'Neal stood up, laughing maniacally.

"PAT RILEY! GO HANG HIS #77 JERSEY IN MIAMI'S RAFTERS!"

Heat fans grabbed their heads in disbelief.

Riley?

His face was frozen, stiff as a corpse.

Like he had just witnessed something unnatural.

---

Han Sen walked toward the scorer's table—

Jumped on top.

Pointed down at the court beneath him.

"THIS IS MY HOUSE!"

Jokić, still in a daze, muttered to himself.

"…he still remembers my horse?"

The crowd lost their minds.

This was a night for the ages.

Kenny Smith, still in shock, shook his head.

"This… this isn't real."

Han Sen had scored 17 points in the final 90 seconds.

The only performance close to this was Isiah Thomas' legendary 16-point burst—

But the Pistons lost that game.

Han Sen?

He won it.

He led Cleveland to the most insane comeback in NBA history.

And he shattered Miami's dynasty in the process.

---

As Han walked toward the tunnel,

He spotted Dan Gilbert, already waiting for him.

The Cavs owner had come down from the VIP suite early—

But Han never expected what happened next.

The moment Gilbert saw him,

He sprinted forward—arms wide—

And then—

He dropped to his knees.

-End of Chapter-