"Vroom vroom vroom," the magic-powered motorbikes split apart the grass, recklessly racing across the prairie. In such a vast, open environment, it was difficult to determine their actual speed. The surrounding landscapes remained consistent, creating a slow-moving illusion. However, there was no need to judge their speed here; the deafening roar of the motorbikes alone was enough to keep the surrounding wildlife at bay. The riders needed only to accelerate further, allowing their hair to flutter in the air while the desolate cool breeze on the prairie extinguished their burning passion for speed.