Moriarty and Ambrose rushed down the cloudy road with a thrilled feeling in their hearts.
The cloudy road's surface felt like a soft cushion under their feet.
It was firm enough to provide a steady grip, yet gentle enough to give a slight bounce with each step.
They couldn't see anyone in front of them or behind them because of a strange, white mist that came out of nowhere, obscuring their vision completely.
However, they were able to see one thing, and that was a bright golden light beyond the mist, which was the finishing line.
At last, they ran through the thick mist and pushed through the golden finishing line.
Ding, ding!
Moriarty and Ambrose looked around with a rough breath and saw the mist clearing up in their vision.
They saw thousands of players running down the cloud road with exhaustion in their faces as they were trying to push through other players to reach the finishing line before others.
