Monte Carlo Special Stage 3 -

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.

As they crossed the timing line, the adrenaline began its slow, shaky retreat. Elias looked at the digital display: The fastest time. Monte carlo special stage 3

Midway through the stage, they hit the "skating rink." The back end of the Toyota stepped out, yearning for the ravine. Elias didn’t brake—braking was an invitation to gravity. He stayed on the throttle, the studded tires clawing at the frozen edge of the world. The car straightened with a sickening jolt, missing a stone wall by centimeters. The hybrid engine screamed, a violent surge of