Mayhem

"Master Lex, why are we stopping here?" 

Lex Blake and twelve Noble-order powerhouses floated at the race track's entry, five kilometers ahead, where the scenery and landscape of the race track were changing between forest, frozen caves, lava highlands, and other random and chaotic phenomenons.

"What's the hurry? We are guaranteed to pass this unless we wait here for the next pillars of light," Lex said, his arms crossed. 

Turning to the group, he continued.

"Let that Space affinity bastard and those two bitches come here first. You should know how they stole one statue again. You morons couldn't even stop them," Lex spat.

"You also failed to stop them," one of them uttered.

Lex's lips twitched.

"Shadow and Space abilities gave them too much mobility, but you morons still wasted your Chaos Gadgets mindlessly on them," Lex coldly said. "What's the fucking use if you can't hit them?"

Lex rasped.