Synopsis

The roar of the crowd was a physical thing, a wave crashing over Leo as he pushed his machine to the limit. A sudden, jarring impact – a screech of metal, a sickening crunch – and then…silence. The track emptied, the cheers dissolving into a stunned hush. Leo was gone. His team, a ragtag collection of mechanics, engineers, and one surprisingly insightful botanist, exchanged horrified glances. This wasn't just a mechanical failure; it felt wrong, deeply wrong. Old Man Hemlock, the botanist