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Lights out, and the fourteenth race of the season was underway.
Engines screamed as the field launched forward, tyres biting ruthlessly into Kyalami's tarmac for yet another Grand Prix, one of only a few remaining.
The number of races left was shrinking now, the margins tighter, the season slowly taking on the unmistakable air of closure. The end of summer would serve as a reality check, a reminder that things had outgrown the calm before the storm.
The entire world knew that after this race, things wouldn't be the same anymore.
Alliances. Rivalries. Championship standings.
Change, after all, was the only constant.
[Grid Launch failed!]
Luca grunted.
At lights out, he failed
The 97 jerked sideways with lateral smoke, filling Luca's vision so suddenly, he had to be lenient with his own launch to avoid a catastrophic first-corner DNF.
