He followed the Elder through the white void, the only sound his straining engine and the soft shush of the tires on wet stone.
At 3:00 AM in-game, the fog rolled in. Arman couldn't see five meters ahead. He relied on the red taillights of a phantom truck he was following—part of the map’s secret script. The truck's name flashed on his GPS:
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He followed the Elder through the white void, the only sound his straining engine and the soft shush of the tires on wet stone.
At 3:00 AM in-game, the fog rolled in. Arman couldn't see five meters ahead. He relied on the red taillights of a phantom truck he was following—part of the map’s secret script. The truck's name flashed on his GPS:
Below it, text faded in:
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