I was back. The Ferrari, pristine. The clock, reset. The chase, continuing as if the fiery death had never happened. That was the cruelty of Rivals . You never really lost. You just tried again. And again. And again.
I hit the gas. The Ferrari screamed—a high, Italian wail that flattened into a turbocharged roar. My HUD flickered: PURSUIT MODE ENGAGED. The road was a black mirror. Speed was the only language the road understood.
I pulled alongside, door to door. 190 mph. I could see his helmet—a matte-black skull. He turned his head. Even through the visor, I saw the emptiness. He wasn't a racer. He was a ghost already. PC - Need for Speed Rivals
The explosion was silent behind my window. Just a flash of orange and a heat-bloom on my screen.
"Suspect is armed with Shockwave tech," Zephyr warned, too late. I was back
I slammed the nitrous. The world stretched. Trees became green smears; guardrails, silver blurs. 150. 180. 210 mph. The rain turned to needles against my windshield.
A blue ring of electricity burst from the back of the Koenigsegg. My steering wheel seized. The Ferrari fish-tailed, slammed into a granite outcrop, and barrel-rolled three times. The screen went black for a heartbeat. The chase, continuing as if the fiery death
I tapped my right bumper. ESF—Electro-Static Field.