Quantum Synchron & The Observer vs. Chronovore (with LeBron James)

The city trembled as entire blocks vanished into the void. Time itself was being devoured.

And in the heart of the distortion, Chronovore stood—his body flickering like an ink stain on reality, two hollow eyes locking onto Synchron and The Observer.

"Your battles mean nothing," he said, voice stretching across all eras at once—past, present, and future folding into a single, monstrous sound. "You struggle to shape possibility. The Decoherence sought to collapse it. But I… I remove it altogether."

The Observer clenched his fists. "He's consuming reality itself."

Synchron nodded, his body flickering between different states, desperately trying to entangle himself to something stable. "We need a plan."

Then— a shockwave hit. The city itself lurched as time distorted. Skyscrapers aged forward and backward in an instant, twisting between ruins and fresh construction before vanishing entirely.

Chronovore raised a skeletal hand.

"I will feast."

And then—

A basketball came flying through the distortion at impossible speed.

It whipped through time itself, spinning between past and future, phasing between existence and nonexistence—before it collided directly with Chronovore's face.

BOOM.

The creature reeled back, his form flickering wildly. For the first time, he staggered.

Synchron blinked. "What the—"

A shadow dropped from above. A 6'9" frame, built like a force of nature, landed on the pavement, sneakers barely making a sound against the fractured street.

The neon lights flickered.

The streets went quiet.

And then—he straightened, rolling his shoulders, power radiating off of him.

LeBron James.

The King. The Chosen One. The Last Hooper of Reality.

He cracked his neck. "Damn. Looks like I'm late."

Synchron gawked. "LeBron James!?"

The Observer adjusted his stance, golden eyes widening. "You—you exist outside of time."

LeBron nodded, spinning the basketball in his hands. "That's right. I've been shifting through the timelines ever since 2016." His eyes darkened. "Ever since The Block."

The Observer inhaled sharply. "Of course. The 2016 NBA Finals. Game 7. The moment you altered the fate of basketball itself."

LeBron narrowed his eyes at Chronovore, dribbling the ball once. Reality rippled with each bounce.

"Yeah," he said. "And I ain't letting this dude mess with my legacy."

Chronovore growled, his entire form vibrating in rage. "You are nothing but a man."

LeBron smirked.

"A man?"

He tossed the ball up—slowly, effortlessly.

Then, in a flash—he leapt.

THE EARTH SHOOK.

A dunk so powerful it broke causality itself.

The ball slammed through the fabric of time, sending shockwaves across past, present, and future. The very concept of momentum shattered as the ball ripped through Chronovore's core—tearing apart his connection to all timelines.

"IMPOSSIBLE—" Chronovore screeched, his body unraveling.

LeBron landed effortlessly, watching as the creature began to fade, pulled into the void he had created.

Synchron watched, stunned. "Did you just…"

LeBron nodded. "Yeah." He held out his hand. The basketball spun, glowing with quantum energy. "I hit him with the Space-Time Jam."

The Observer crossed his arms. "That shouldn't have worked."

LeBron shrugged. "And yet, here we are."

Chronovore let out one last howl before vanishing into nothingness—consumed by his own hunger.

The sky steadied. The city stopped vanishing. Time itself breathed again.

LeBron dusted off his jersey. "Y'all got any more timeline problems? I got a game at 7."

Synchron exhaled. "No, man. I think we're good."

LeBron nodded. "Cool." He turned—tossed the ball once more—and with a final, impossible leap, vanished into the multiverse.

Leaving behind only a legend.

The King of Time had come and gone.

And reality… was safe.