Demon Continent

Ossa had arrived in the demon world. His body lay limp, unable to move. Every breath felt more painful than the last, each gasp of air burning his lungs.

"…Is this another test?" he wondered amidst the torment as he lay in a crater of his own creation, the product of the powerful sonic dash he took.

His body lay unnaturally in the large crater of what looked to be the earth of Terra, yet not at the same time, as unlike the brown earth of Terra, this was reddish-brown, closely resembling the rust of iron.

His body, despite having dragonic-level regeneration, could not regenerate, lying in a pool of his own blood. His awkward position—his chest taking the brunt of the force, his knees bent in the opposite direction—the blood oozing from his mouth and nostrils as his lungs were filled with blood.