Darkness.
Cold, slimy, and slightly smelling of expired soup.
That was the first thing Raven registered after getting gulped by the swamp.
The second thing was that he could breathe… somehow.
The third thing was—
"Bro, if this is your idea of a spa day, I want a refund," Omni's voice echoed from his arm.
Raven blinked, realizing his vision was adjusting to a dim, eerie glow coming from faint bioluminescent moss coating massive… walls?
No, not walls. Ribs.
After all, they weren't just in the swamp—they were inside a beast.
The beast was the only entrance to the place they needed to go.
Somewhere to his left, a loud, muffled voice bellowed:
"WHERE'S THE EXIT?!"
That was Graye. Of course, it was Graye.
She was standing ankle-deep in some weird purple sludge, sword blazing brighter with her signature violet fire. Every swing sizzled against the fleshy floor.
"Not cutting my way out yet—" she grinned, "—but it's tempting."
