The calm after the storm.
Like a submarine surfacing, a giant dog's head emerged from the bottom of the swamp, covered in mud and resembling a revolting mud monster.
In its mouth, it held an arm.
No, it wasn't holding the arm; the hand was gripping its nose tightly, and although it couldn't feel pain anymore, Chaichai still felt wronged.
The rest of Lyle was being held in Chaichai's mouth, who had considered him a good friend ever since Lyle touched its nose.
Watching Lyle about to be swallowed by the mud, Chaichai intended to swallow him to protect him inside its belly.
Being inside a ghost's stomach wasn't dangerous at all, and it planned to release him through etherealization, which was supposed to be simple.
But who knew that Lyle's hand, which was grasping Chaichai's nose, wouldn't let go, and Chaichai didn't dare to exert force because its teeth couldn't clench with Lyle in its mouth.
