Magnus didn’t pin him. Instead, he knelt. “Pray with me,” he said. And the arena—every fan, every vendor, every security guard—fell to their knees, mouths moving in unison, reciting words none of them knew.

Here’s a short story based on combining possible interpretations: The Divine Heel Update

For three days, the world debated: was it a work? A mass hallucination? A hack? On the fourth day, Magnus appeared on every screen simultaneously. His eyes were now two small suns.