Monte Carlo Special Stage 3 -

Elias danced on the pedals. The car was a nervous animal, twitching as it transitioned from dry pavement to slush. In the legendary section, the fans were a blur of flares and waving flags, their cheers muffled by the roar of the anti-lag system.

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. 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. Elias danced on the pedals

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. The air at the start of —the infamous

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