"This bitch is trying to swallow me!" Ambrose pulled out his other blade, driving it into the serpent's throat walls. "Fuck!"
[Technically it's already half succeeded with that.]
"Fuck off, Aura," he sneered, turning his head around. He was surrounded by nothing but a vast darkness—the only source of light being the flickering magma lines on his blades. "Maybe… maybe I could climb it…"
He blinked when his body suddenly vibrated with an unexplainable pain. He lowered his head, careful not to let go of his blades.
[WARNING: Serpent's throat and digestive walls lined with acidic venom—host's HP and mental perception getting affected.]
[Symptoms if contact continues: Dizziness, nausea, headaches, fever, hallucinations… and slowly… death.]
Chills snapped down Ambrose's spine.
He shook his head desperately, refusing to give up. "I–I can't fucking die like this," he spat. "Imagine reaching this far only to die as snake food. Fuck no! I'd kill myself if I transmigrated after that."
