As the track’s percussion kicked in—sharp, metallic snares that hit like hammer strikes—Elias gripped the flight yolks. The syncopation matched the flickering lights of his control panel. Every beat was a command; every synth swell was a surge of power through the thrusters.
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The chaotic synths danced like solar flares around him, frantic and beautiful. He laughed into the comms, a sound swallowed by the thunder of the mix. This was the escape. This was the "Blast A Way."
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