For the fourth time this season, Luca crosses the line first in the race. Above all, this one felt the most impeccably sculpted: no sun, Monaco's renowned darkness, and gleam. Under the sparkle, Rennick's Ferrari glided past the checkered flag confidently, as if it had been magnetized to the winning position.
The roar of the crowd throughout La Condamine and Monte Carlo was almost impossible to bear, echoing through the tight tunnels, solid walls, and steel barriers that made up Circuit du l'Etoile.
The Monaco Grand Prix was claimed by Luca magnificently, despite him not even being the favorite by current stats, to finish in P1. For the second time running, Stellar had marked his honor, and he had placed even more memorable achievements in Monaco.
[1ST POSITION]
"...and across the line—RENNICK DOES IT AGAIN!"
"WOOOOOOHHHHHH!"
"...OH MY WORD, LUCA RENNICK TAKES THE FLAG IN MONACO! SIXTY LAPS OF PURE CONTROL, PURE COMPOSURE, AND ONCE AGAIN, NO ONE… NO ONE, CAN TOUCH HIM…!"
