I forced my exhausted mind to focus, steering the perspective within Delilah's dream toward the crucial moment. The scene shifted rapidly, and I was immediately met with a sight beyond imagination.
They were inside the giant creature's body.
Pulsating walls of flesh surrounded them, threaded with veins as thick as ancient trees that glowed with a sickly green light. The air was heavy, warm, and humid, reeking of rotting meat and hot metal. The ground beneath their feet was a springy mass of muscle tissue, shifting and undulating as if it were still alive.
"Run! Don't stop!" Freyden yelled, leading the charge.
But their path was treacherous. From the fleshy walls, pale, sticky hands began to emerge, stretching out like roots searching for prey, grasping and clutching to block their way.
"Fucking piece of shit!" Ophelia shrieked, unleashing a burst of flame that incinerated the grasping hands into ash.
