Uncertain of how long had passed, Angel fell out of the golden light.
His eyes were tightly shut, his cheeks pale.
A few seconds later, Angel suddenly opened his eyes, but before he could get a clear view of his surroundings, he clutched his chest and propped himself up from the ground, retching forcefully to the side.
The retching lasted for over half a minute.
However, since Angel's stomach was empty, he only vomited sour stomach acid, though at least he felt somewhat more at ease than before.
"Second time… second time…" Angel's voice, full of resentment, drifted out through clenched teeth.
The last time he was swallowed into the Dalmatian's belly, he experienced an unprecedented tumbling. At the time, he already felt very uncomfortable. This time was even worse; Angel himself didn't know how many times he had rolled. It felt like rolling from last year to this.
