Lu Chen fell twelve paces through the gullet into the main gastric vat of the Mother-Gu Queen.
Total darkness swallowed him.
The air smelled of boiled gallbladder, rancid copper, and packed necro-acid so pungent it stripped the lining of his nostrils in a single breath in.
The stomach sludge came up to his mid-thighs, swirling with heavy, jelly-like heavy rush.
The acidic fluid hissed furiously against his greased leather boots.
Porous stomach enzymes with an acid-burning bite sharp enough to liquefy hardened carbon steel in ten breaths attacked his lower limbs.
His body hardware reacted before his conscious mind completed the test triage.
Within his bronze chest, the black glass-cased Five-Viscera Blood Cauldron flared with gut defense.
