Ryu could only walk forward by dragging his feet. Breathing felt like coughing out smoke, a piercing pain filling his entire body. At this point, he looked less human and more like a walking monstrosity of flesh and blood. However, he continued to take one step after another.
It was difficult to read a person's expression when an entire layer of their skin had vanished, but the clarity in Ryu's intact eyeballs painted their own sort of picture. He placed one foot after another, trudging through the endless sea of fire.
There didn't seem to be a floor beneath him, the skies had no limit, even if he looked left, right, back and forward, there were no markers, no limiters, no sign that he was even progressing. Even what he was walking upon felt more like an illusion than anything else.
