Not long after, I find myself deep within Vorathyn's stomach, the light from my orb barely managing to pierce through the vast, dark expanse. Thankfully, the Armor of Gluttony has a built-in flight function, so now, I'm not walking, just hovering in this vast space.
The sheer scale of the stomach is overwhelming. It's as though I've entered an entire world, stretching endlessly in every direction. Above and below me, the slick walls of the serpent's stomach glisten with a strange pinkish hue, covered in a thin layer of mucus that reflects the faint light. The ground—if I can even call it that—is a soft, yielding surface, wet and slightly sticky if touched, but harmless.
But the smell? Absolutely unbearable. It's an overwhelming stench that seeps into my very being, making my head spin.
