Arad and Claug kept clashing, splinters of stone, bone, and blood flashing through the pale stone engulfed in sparks of fire. As the ground rumbled, Arad flew backward through a bulging boulder and crashed down, cracking the ground.
He was suffering a bit too much, even for him. Fighting Claug alone wouldn't have been a problem, but now, he himself had become a battlefield. Ironic, since he was also fighting Claug inside his stomach.
Claug's plague waged war against Arad's body from the inside and clashed with the Pricolici blood and the tarrasque blood, tearing Arad's organs cell by cell.
It didn't matter how much he breathed; his lungs were able to exchange oxygen with his blood, and even when they did, most of his red blood cells were dead, and those dead weren't getting replaced since his bones were cracked and the marrow was ravaged a million times.
