Monte Carlo Special Stage 3 -

"Clean," Marcus barked, his voice a steady anchor in the chaos. "Five flat out, over crest, into finish."

The hybrid engine screamed, a violent surge of electrical and internal combustion power that pinned Elias into his carbon-fiber throne. The world narrowed to the width of his headlights. Left four, into tight hairpin right, don't cut. Monte carlo special stage 3

The air at the start of —the infamous blast from Brezil to Utelle —didn’t just feel cold; it felt heavy with the scent of unburnt high-octane fuel and scorched rubber. "Clean," Marcus barked, his voice a steady anchor