The speedway exploded with cheers and screams. The air buzzed with excitement, adrenaline, and gasoline.
Austin's red Ferrari sat beside Kaius's black Ford.
Drones hovered above. Cameras watched every turn. Medics waited on standby. None of it mattered.
Kaius still felt something was about to go wrong. His instincts were louder than logic.
Through the corner of his vision, Kaius spotted Harlan. The man sat cocky in his blue race car.
The starting gun cracked through the air like a shot of lightning.
Eight cars launched forward, tires screeching, engines howling. They tore around the first bend, disappearing in a blur of steel and smoke.
This wasn't just a race. It was survival.
The New York International Speedway was famous for being brutal. The turns were sharp,
