The release of the duel felt like a leash cutting. Victor felt like he could breathe again despite being on the losing end. But as soon as Yūichirō zoomed past, the air became all messy and dirty.
Some cameras caught the Ferrari shuddering through the sector, the steering rack twitching in Victor's hands. Trampos' crew could only hope that wouldn't be the end of his race. Quickly, the engineers came to the rescue with third pov clarity.
Victor's heart thundered as he tractably began to work the inner controls as directed, his eyes flicking between the track and the dash. He adjusted the differential on corner entry, softening it slightly to regain rear stability, then trimmed his brake bias a notch forward to steady the car under deceleration.
