Victor had made the mistake of qualifying at the very P10 spot he ought to have avoided.
While he had scraped through Q2 on pure instinct, the final shootout felt like entering a room full of apex predators who had finally stopped playing with their food. The pace turned into something superior and unreachable. Every time Victor thought he had nailed a corner, the telemetry showed the front-runners like Moireach and Luca were taking lines that defied physics, finding grip where there shouldn't be any.
He was forced to settle for P10 because, in that final three-minute frenzy, the top nine had found a level of mechanical perfection that a rookie just wasn't ready to match yet.
P10— Victor Surmann
