"Ah—?!"
Sigrid's entire body stiffened. But her momentum was already carrying her forward.
"WHOA!"
WHOOSH!
She shot past him. Her hooves dug violently into the dirt as she desperately attempted to brake. Her entire body leaned backwards, kicking up an enormous cloud of dust.
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA!"
She finally managed to stop several meters beyond the finish line. Then she spun around.
And there he was!
Luca was still standing in precisely the same spot with his hands were behind his back. His expression was perfectly composed like he hadn't even broken a sweat.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The entire racetrack seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.
Finally—
"W-WHAT?"
One of the centaurs pointed at Luca.
"HOW?!"
Another practically fell over.
"HOW IS HE STANDING THERE?!"
"HE WAS AT THE OTHER END!"
"NO! NO, I SAW HIM! HE WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE!"
"THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!"
"WHAT KIND OF SPEED WAS THAT?!"
