I was among the top three. The mysterious rider was in front of me, moving like she wasn’t even touching the ground. The new racer was ahead of her, but not by much. I kept my eyes on both of them, then looked back for a second.

And I couldn't believe what I was looking at. There was chaos behind us. There were too many fallen bikes, explosions, and many riders fighting instead of racing.

I swallowed hard. This is not normal. This is not racing. This is a trap. Someone is after her. ...