The black sedan roared down the highway, tearing toward the state capital like a beast unleashed from its cage. The engine screamed, pushing the limits of the car's engineering.
"Faster! Faster!" Matthew Powell urged repeatedly, his hands gripping the dashboard until his knuckles turned white. He stared at the road ahead as if he could will the car to teleport.
Red Serpent had already floored the accelerator. The speedometer needle was buried deep in the red zone, hovering near 200 kilometers per hour. Outside the window, the scenery blurred into streaks of incoherent color, trees and buildings flashing by like a fast-forwarded movie. But to Matthew, it felt like they were crawling. It was too slow. Far too slow. He wished he could sprout wings and fly directly to the capital, straight t
