His body struck the creature's throat with bone-cracking force, wedging halfway through the pulsing hole.

Agony rippled through him, his ribs screaming while a crushing pressure squeezed him from both sides, like he'd been stuffed inside some hellish trash compactor.

As his dazed mind clawed back to consciousness, Finn began to register where he was—unfortunately. His lower half was jammed inside the creature's throat, kicking uselessly in its hot, slimy interior, while his upper body dangled helplessly out in the open.

Clutching his hat in blind panic, he flailed and writhed, the wet squelches making the whole scene ten times worse.

"HOW does this keep happening?!" he howled, smacking a fist against the slick, scaled flesh. "First I'm fighting for my life, now I'm halfway swallowed like some damn hotdog!"

It was warm. Squishy. Horrifyingly alive.

Grimacing, he bit his lip, cursing in his head. 'That damn goddess! Always making my life worse! No wonder heaven threw her ass out!'

Before he could stew further, thunderous blasts shook the battlefield. Explosions cracked like fireworks, and some unholy roar rattled his bones.

Then—thwack!

The upper half of a humanoid monster slammed against the creature's neck beside him, slimy fluids streaking down before the body slid away like discarded meat. At the same time, the beast's hand rose, groping toward Finn, trying to snatch him ahold of him.

"Holy shit!"

He tried craning his neck backward to see what was happening behind him, but his position—jammed like a cork in a bottle—made it impossible. Instead, he let his muscles go slack, head lolling forward.

And when his eyes landed on what was happening below, his stomach dropped.

Pure massacre.

That was the only way to describe it.

Majestria was tearing through the horde alone, every motion of hers a divine tantrum given form. Creatures exploded, melted, or were pulverized into the muck—her fury leaving nothing untouched.

It was like watching a goddess descend into hell itself, except instead of screaming, the demons were running. Even the boldest of the scaled monstrosities scrambled away from her, as if they instinctively knew: she was the only nightmare greater than them.

One poor creature thrashed in her grasp, claws scratching wildly as it tried to escape. She crushed its skull in her palm. Its head dissolved into steaming slop, dripping down her arm like ice cream under the summer sun.

Finn's earlier prediction rang in his mind—she was going to end up the most important piece in this battle. And sure enough, here she was.

But that begged the question… if she was this powerful all along, why the hell hadn't she ever helped before? Was she just useless when she wanted to be? Or was there something twisted controlling when her strength actually worked? Either way, one truth stood above all: Majestria was still a brat.

While she raged, Finn had his own problem. He needed to figure out how to force himself the rest of the way into the creature's throat.

Clutching at its slimy scales, he twisted and wriggled, muttering curses under his breath. 'Just slide in… yeah, just wiggle like a worm. Easy. Totally not disgusting.'

But the giant's neck shifted suddenly. The whole body lurched as it turned, and Finn lost his grip. His upper body flopped against the beast's scaly hide with a loud smack.

"Damn it!"

Below, the monster's colossal arm raised high. Its massive talon stretched wide—preparing to slam down directly on Majestria.

Finn's chest clenched. "Majestria!" he screamed, voice cracking, desperation tearing out of him. But the battlefield roared too loud. She didn't even glance up.

And then the talon came down, eclipsing her in shadow—ready to crush everything beneath it.

Just as the talon came crashing down, flattening everything in its path—

It stopped.

The monster strained, pressing with its massive weight, yet the claw refused to descend any further. The ground cracked under the pressure, but something was holding it in place.

Finn's eyes went wide. "No way…"

With a guttural snarl, the goddess beneath it shoved upward. And then, impossibly, the talon lurched back—lifted like it weighed nothing at all.

Majestria had caught the monster's arm.

A heartbeat later, she threw it. The entire limb was wrenched aside and slammed into the mud with the weight of a collapsing building, spraying muck and slime like shrapnel.

The force made the beast's whole body shift violently, jolting Finn. His dangling torso slammed against its scaled throat again, pain shooting through his ribs. He groaned through clenched teeth, hanging there like laundry in a storm.

Then the creature bellowed.

A roar ripped out of its chest, shaking the battlefield like thunder. The vibration surged up its throat and through Finn's body, rattling his bones until he thought his skull would split apart. He clamped his palms against his ears, but it barely helped—the sound rattled him from the inside out.

When it finally stopped, Finn's arms trembled. His muscles burned. He knew this was his moment—if he hesitated, he'd never get another shot.

Gritting his teeth, he clawed at the monster's scales, dragging himself upward inch by inch. His body wriggled against the slick surface, forcing its way deeper into the fleshy gap.

Like a worm tunneling into rot.

And this time, he was determined to get all the way inside.

He pushed himself deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until his torso slipped past the fleshy gap. The creature's throat clenched around him, pressing his body on all sides. It was warm. Slimy. Suffocating.

It felt like being stuffed back into a womb.

"Yuck…" Finn gagged, his face twisting. Every instinct screamed at him to get out, but he forced his arms forward, wriggling further into the darkness.

The deeper he went, the worse it became. The air was hot and damp, clinging to his lungs like steam. His cheeks brushed against slick, pulsing flesh that shuddered with every breath the monster took. His stomach churned—he could almost taste the slime.

"Ew. Ew. Ew. EW!" he sputtered, his voice muffled inside the creature's neck. "This is so gross, oh my god, I'm actually gonna puke—"

But he didn't stop. He couldn't.

Forcing himself onward, he shoved past the tight, wet walls until his whole body slid into the creature's throat. Darkness swallowed him whole, and the only thing left to guide him was the revolting rhythm of the beast's breathing, squeezing him forward like he was nothing but meat.

Before long Finn was finally inside.

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