"Serena?" A familiar voice called my name as I responded.
"Yes," I said.
"It's Lucian. I managed to keep my promise. I contacted the organisers, and they agreed to take the cannon fodder's personality. Silver Eclipse hosts the race, and the course is a cliffside mountain road." He paused, as if waiting for me to respond. I didn’t want to admit that I had already gathered information about the race.
"Serena?" he called again, noticing my silence.
"I'm here; I’m listening," I replied.
"Serena, you need to be sure you want this. This race isn’t a game; it’s serious. You must be skilled. The cliffside road is dangerous; it’s designed for the best racers with exceptional abilities," he explained.
"I’m a good racer," I insisted, but he sighed in response.
"The road has no safety barriers,
