Training Hall

Ning looked around at where he had arrived at. A red moon hung in the sky, covering the world in its crimson light.

Ning looked at his own body and he too had some redness in his color. "Oh, I'm wearing clothes already huh?" he thought.

Even the black trousers and shirt he wore were also clad in crimson light.

Not only that, Ning could see some orange glow from all around the city he was in.

The people around him were all with red skin and horns. Some had horns, some didn't. Some had wings, some didn't.

It was all dragon wings, or so Ning would have thought had he not read the piece of information before he had arrived here.

He had demonic wings.

The bat wings were pit black in color with very little definition to them. Ning tried moving them, and they moved at his mental command. Ning was surprised that he could feel them on his back. Even though he had never had a wing before, he somehow could move it like it were an arm.