The footage went viral in under nine minutes.
The Twinshift drift—Marcel and Adrian's impossible harmony—blew across every street circuit feed, pirate stream, closed Syndicate node.Even classrooms and boardrooms couldn't block it fast enough.
It wasn't a race.It was a statement.
"We are Driftforce.""We don't follow lines.""We rewrite them."
And the world?It finally started listening.
Global Echo
Neo-Mumbai:Racer kids mimicked the Twinshift in VR alleys.
Old Rio:Underground teams started defacing Syndicate signs with Omega's glowing sigil.
Cairo Underground:The phrase "Ghosts Drive Too" trended on the airwaves.
But not everyone was celebrating.
Syndicate Skyboard – Executive Channel
Seraph Drift entered the chamber, bruised, silent.
The Architects stared.
Noir Hex spoke first.
"You lost."
"No," Seraph replied. "We did."
He tossed something onto the table—a flash drive pulsing red.
"This is Omega's neural sync trace. We're too slow."
"Then what do you suggest?"
Seraph looked up, eyes burning.
"Burn the Apex.All of it.No more rules. No more tracks.If Driftforce wants war... we'll give them the final circuit."
Meanwhile – Somewhere Above the Dreadwall
Marcel sat on the edge of a sky rail, legs dangling above the clouds.
Driftforce Omega parked quietly beside him, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Ayaka approached, tossing him a drink.
"You see what's happening out there?"
"Yeah."
"You started it."
"No," Marcel said. "He did."
He looked at Omega.
Inside, Adrian's voice came soft.
"You ready, little bro?"
"Always."
Suddenly—the sky blinked.
A massive projection lit across the clouds—worldwide:
[APEX BURN PROTOCOL ENGAGED][Syndicate Unleashing Final Circuit][This is the end of the road.]
Ayaka's comms flared.
"They're creating the last track.Not for racing.For erasure.Whoever loses... gets wiped from history."
Marcel stood.
No hesitation.
"Then let's make sure we're the ones writing it."
He slid on his gloves.
Omega's doors opened.
The Driftforce brothers reconnected.
And across the world, racers tuned engines.Built machines.Drew the sigil in smoke and fire.
Because now… it wasn't just Marcel and Adrian.
It was a movement.