As Damien hurtled towards the barren ground, he glimpsed a greenish stripe on the far western horizon. With a mere thought, bloody red, bat-like wings protruded from his back. He spread them out, attempting to lift himself, but the gravity in this place was around twenty-five times that of Tenderloin World. He struggled to flap his wings against the immense gravitational pull, experiencing an excruciating pain that forced him to retract his wings. "Argh! What kind of place is this?" he muttered under his breath as he continued to plummet.
Just as he was preparing to scan his surroundings and be cautious of any potential danger, the deafening roar of a dragon reverberated through the air. Suddenly, the Red Dragon appeared in front of him, zooming toward him.
