Instantly, the rest of the racers burst out from the portal in a synchronized storm of roaring engines and blinding lights. But only six of them remained, survivors of the carnage. Together they charged toward the finish line, streaking across the asphalt like comets descending from the heavens. Tires screeched and burned as each of them drifted into formation, sliding to a graceful halt beside Anthony's car.
Anthony did not step out immediately. Instead, he sat motionless inside, his hands still resting lightly on the steering wheel as though he were savoring a glass of fine wine.
He let the moment wash over him, the rush of adrenaline still pounding through his veins, the dopamine flooding his mind, the memory of every sharp drift and impossible maneuver replaying in crystal detail. His chest rose and fell slowly as he reveled in it, the dangerous thrill becoming a temptation, an intoxicating addiction he could already feel tightening its grip on him.
