Lucky
Ryu's vision went black and his Spiritual Sense was entirely cut off. It felt as though he was in his mother's womb once again, without the sense of comfort or warmth. In fact, it was quite cold. If this was a passive cold, it would have still been fine. But this level of cold was like fine steel needles piercing into his skin, slowly inching deeper and deeper until it touched upon his bone and continued.
Ryu frowned, but he didn't resist, not that he could.
He could feel the intention of the path. It wasn't him to turn back.
Oddly enough, he couldn't even quite feel that he was moving forward right this moment, even his proprioception was cut off. The only reason he was certain that he was moving forward at all was because of the confidence he had in his own will power and his control over his body, but he also acknowledged that this could very well be an illusion.