John's Sianweistan roared to life.
The frozen world wasn't as breathtaking.
He focused intently, controlling the motorcycle, wisps of white smoke drifting from the collar and hem of his work jacket.
Alloy RCH had already crossed the overpass.
The distant neon lights were just a halo now.
A pale blue bullet whizzed past him.
The wheels of the Alloy RCH didn't cross the barrier, instead collided with the cement structure's exterior, leaving a black scrape mark about five or six meters off the ground.
Swoosh—
Only after this "transition" did it begin to plummet towards the lower road.
Bang!
The motorcycle's suspension took the full brunt!
It landed with a thunderous crash, sending sparks flying.
Not even Eisenberg's engineers would imagine such a limit-testing scenario in their labs.
Oulos shut her eyes tightly, clinging onto John.
Her whole body was in pain, likely several fractures, and more severe injuries, all masked by adrenaline.
The imagined crash didn't happen.
