Angel ultimately restrained the urge to run.
Though in Angel's eyes, there was no difference between "running" and "walking," who knew whether it might violate a restriction?
If the road truly vanished because of "running," they would have no choice but to start all over again.
That would waste far more time than chasing a momentary burst of speed.
So he reined in his wild, unbridled thoughts and walked step by step.
He even matched every step's rhythm and stride length exactly to the clockwork puppet's, just to avoid making a mistake.
This time, they walked without incident for fifteen minutes before the clockwork puppet finally stopped.
"We should be there, right?" Angel muttered.
He had been estimating the distance the entire way. In terms of distance traveled, they had already neared the limit of a dozen or so li that Luno had mentioned.
However, many of the roads summoned by the clockwork puppet had been winding. If measured in a straight line, they still needed to travel some distance before reaching the limit.
Angel had no idea whether the clockwork puppet counted straight-line distance or distance traveled.
Still, even if it counted traveled distance, they should only have one or two more stretches of road left.
Just as Angel was thinking this, the clockwork puppet waved its hand again.
A new long road extended beneath its feet, but this road was utterly different from the previous ones.
If he had to make a comparison...
The three roads they had traversed before could barely be called "normal roads," whereas what now appeared before them was a "track."
From Angel's perspective, the track ahead—with its rises, dips, and even consecutive giant loops—looked exactly like a roller-coaster track in an amusement park. Oh, no, there was still a difference. At least amusement-park