He hit the face of the jump. The suspension compressed until it screamed, and then—weightlessness.

The engines didn’t just roar; they screamed against the rev limiter, a mechanical chorus echoing through the digital canyon of the track. This wasn't a standard race. This was a battle against a living, breathing surface.

From thirty feet up, the world turned silent. He looked down to see the riders below churning the earth into a chaotic mess of brown waves. The "insane" deformation meant the landing zone was a minefield. What was a smooth transition three laps ago was now a jagged crater.