The massive gas bubble rose toward Terravorax’s upper throat-pipe. Then, the final phase of Giles Croft’s beast-doctor prescription remained to be carried out.
Neutralizing acid was only half the cold and exact battle.
A stomach that had been bathed in sulfuric acid for ten thousand years was covered in miles of raw, weeping ulcerations, inflamed epithelial tissues, and sensitive nerve endings.
If the beast’s stomach walls were left unprotected, the normal friction of digesting stone would trigger painful cramps within forty-eight hours.
The stomach needed a protective bandage.
And Giles had prepared five thousand tons of pharmaceutical-grade colloidal bentonite clay for that exact purpose.
“Pump Bank Two and Bank Four, switch suction to Tank Five,” Giles commanded into the speaking tube. His voice was sharp and precise.
“Reduce delivery pressure to twelve hundred PSI.
