Devil’s Corner

"Oh, wow, the competition between Queen and Wolf King is way too intense. Look at those two supercars—well, the Maserati is still leading right now, but the Porsche is following closely behind it, trying to put it under pressure. Look at them go, they are streaking through the track at high speed, just like two phantoms in the middle of the night. These two drivers are showcasing the best of Wild Wolf Mountain racing— what a race! And, don't forget that on one side is the cliff, and the other side is a mountain wall. This is incredibly thrilling, and every minute, every second of it keeps you on edge!"

The commentator, a tall and skinny young man, spoke with passion, and he had an intimate knowledge of the circuit. His high-pitched voice was amplified through the speakers, and it echoed across the Wild Wolf Mountain valley. And on a silent night such as this, the sound traveled far and wide.

"Do your best, Queen, keep this lead till the very end!"