Blood on the Asphalt biker
In the center of the ring stood Dax and Sienna, their bikes idling in a tense, vibrating stand-off.
"The terms are simple, Wolf," Sienna’s voice echoed through the arena, amplified by the sector’s natural resonance. She was standing beside a towering pillar of light known as the Ledger-Spire. "We ride the Dead-Loop. If you win, the contract is burned, and you’re free to return to your little mechanic. But if I win... you stay. You lead the Luna Guard back to the High-Band, and you forget the Ghost ever existed."
Dax didn't answer immediately. He looked up at the Dead-Loop a terrifying, vertical track of shimmering light that spiraled three thousand feet into the dark clouds, riddled with gap
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