Before Terminal City, before Syndicates, before the Phantom Unit...There were the Velocity Wars.
Street vs Circuit.Raw vs Engineered.Soul vs Simulation.
It was never about who was faster.
It was about who deserved the wheel.
The wars ended in silence.Or so they said.
But beneath the ash, the war never died.
Somewhere Beneath the Dustline
A bunker opened with a hiss that hadn't sounded in 20 years.
Inside: a lab. Half-submerged. Overgrown by corrosion and code.
On the central table lay a car key—glowing, humming.And next to it?A set of blueprints.
"DRIFTFORCE: OMEGA"Marked: Prototype. Sealed. Never to be driven again.
A figure stepped into the room.Eyes glinting. Voice familiar.
"He thinks he's breaking rules.I wrote them."
The camera caught his face—Adrian Vega.
Alive.
Back with Marcel
Ravyn pulsed yellow.
"Message fragment from a decommissioned vault just came online.From Adrian."
Marcel froze. "That's impossible."
"Apparently not.Wanna see it?"
The screen flickered. A voice, distorted but unmistakable:
"Marcel… if you're seeing this, then I failed. Or succeeded.Hard to tell anymore.But I left you something. Something I couldn't finish."
"Driftforce Omega."
Ayaka leaned forward. "What is that?"
"The original drift weapon," Marcel said."The car built not to race through roads... but through wars."
Neo-Kyoto, 24 Hours Later
The Syndicate held a showcase event.
PR stunt.Clean, sterile.Pretending like the Zero Shift, the Storm Circuit, the Mirage breach never happened.
But halfway through—
The signal hijacked.
Screens shattered into static.
Adrian's voice flooded the city.
"You tried to erase me.You buried the Velocity Wars.You created the Syndicate.Now… deal with what you made."
A symbol blinked.
DRIFTFORCE: OMEGA – REACTIVATED
Marcel stood on top of a tower, skyline lit behind him.
He turned to Ayaka.
"If Adrian's alive… this isn't just a race anymore."
"What is it then?"
He slipped on his gloves.
"It's a rematch. Against everything."