Tension was welling up amongst the Disciples as they gathered in the same old place— the starting point of the marathon.
This was right in the middle of the living quarters, right at the heart of the village where all the Disciples stayed. And the path would head straight through a far forest, then out to another clearing, then circle around the entire village from a distance before returning to the usual route.
Even with all these differences on the land, there were still the usual stairs, torii shrine gates, and pillars of stones with waterfalls littered everywhere. It was the only thing that remained wherever one goes in Magnus Carter's dimension.
For a normal person, this path is a scenic route that will bring out the complete experience of enjoying Magnus Carter's dimension. But to the Disciples, this path was paved with their blood, sweat, and tears.