Before I knew it, the monster had swallowed me whole.
It was pitch-black inside as the stomach compressed and digested my body. While I churned within the fluids, I could hear some muffled voices outside.
Because of my Steel Skin spell, the stomach acid wasn't doing too much damage. Still, the only armor I wore was my Skyfire Helmet.
I didn't expect to fight something like the Dezastre, so I hadn't equipped the rest of my gear.
But, first things first: I had to get out of here.
Once again, channeling my warlock magic, I punched the stomach lining with all my might, knocking the giant centipede to the side. I struck again, and again, and again.
I kicked, and I punched like mad until the Dezastre threw me back up.
When I landed on the rock floor, I was covered in goo and corrosive stomach fluid. By now, my HP was at thirty-four percent, and Steel Skin was running out.
